A Natural Born Feel for the Road

I read Kerouac's "On the Road" shortly after returning from my first cross-country stint. I slept in an '84 Plymouth Voyager for six months then an '86 Honda Accord for two. All told, I saw thirty-something states and six or seven Canadian provinces and racked up over 25k miles. I remember those days from twenty-some-odd years ago far more than whatever the hell went down workwise last week or the one before.