To a certain generation-Kerouac is the one. For every aspiring writer or artist (although we had Gauguin) crippled with wanderlust from the paralyzing periphery of the every day, "On the road" was a bible manifesto.
Not that one can relate very much from a Liverpool back bedroom about road trips from Texas to Loredo-one would get as far as a Birmingham bus depot before becoming utterly disappointed.
Still one can dream.
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