Road

A fast car, the far horizon and a woman to love at the end of the road. [...]

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. [...]

Think if you and I had a car like this what we could do. Do you know there’s a road that goes down Mexico and all the way to Panama?…  – and maybe all the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside? Yes! You and I, Sal, we’d dig the whole world with a car like this because, man, the road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain’t nowhere else it can go — right? [...]

 

… What’s your road, man? – holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It’s an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. [...]

 

Jack Kerouac

On the Road, 1957

Viking Press