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It's simple. America is big. You can't go anywhere without a car. The first true independence for most teenagers is getting a car. We love our cars. We name them. We envy our friends' cars. We park them in dark places and makeout with our girlfriends (or boyfriends, as the case may be), with earrings and Trojan wrappers working their way back to the surface of the upholstery weeks later like stones in a field...
The sight of an old car with the same make/model as something we had or a friend had or even a friend's dad had, brings back memories as easily as the smell of mom's apple pie.
The Great American Adventure is a road trip... hopping in a car and just driving for days and days, seeing the sights, eating at diners, sleeping in sleeping bags or cheap motels.
That's it. I'm getting in my old '89 Jeep Wagoneer, throwing in some sleeping bags and a cooler of Cokes, a worn copy of Kerouac (and now my Sony Reader) and heading out to Utah or Colorado or Arizona. Yippee!!
P.S. Forget it. Gas prices are too high. Thus dies Americana.
Last edited by Taylor514ce; 05-12-2008 at 12:56 PM.
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