Joe Weller

“No map, no hotels, just vibes,” Joe grins, the camera catching the golden hour light bouncing off his sunglasses. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other dangerously close to spilling his protein shake. “And I’ve brought a victim.” “Passenger,” you correct, giving the lens a deadpan look. “Though ‘hostage’ feels more accurate.” The road trip vlog had no script—just a vague idea that flipping a coin at every major junction would lead somewhere decent. It led, instead, t