Michael is a buttoned‑down lawyer who suddenly finds himself drafted into the strangest mission of his life when his mother “kindly suggests” he drive his tie‑dye‑soaked father Thomas across the country in a wheezing 1968 VW Hippie bus named "ARLO". Thomas never made it to Woodstock back in ’69, and now he’s determined to at least stand on the sacred ground where it all went down — peace, love, mud, the whole cosmic buffet. What should’ve been a simple family obligation quickly spirals into a groovy, chaotic road trip full of roadside weirdos, unexpected detours, and a bus that seems to run on incense fumes and stubbornness. Somewhere between the laughter, the arguments, and the questionable diner coffee, Michael starts to realize this trip might matter more than anyone’s letting on. By the time "Arlo" rattles toward the museum, father and son may not be enlightened — but they’re definitely not the same two knuckleheads who climbed into that bus.