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“The Ache That Would Not Leave

Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.”
― John Mark Green

“I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.”
― J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never

“I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything.”
― Lev Grossman

“I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I hope there's a God, I know there's an Elvis.”
― Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour

“Here the earth, as if to prove its immensity, empties itself. Gertrude Stein said: 'In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.' The uncluttered stretches of the American West and the deserted miles of roads force a lone traveler to pay attention to them by leaving him isolated in them. This squander of land substitutes a sense of self with a sense of place by giving him days of himself until, tiring of his own small compass, he looks for relief to the bigness outside -- a grandness that demands attention not just for its scope, but for its age, its diversity, its continual change. The isolating immensity reveals what lies covered in places noisier, busier, more filled up. For me, what I saw revealed was this (only this): a man nearly desperate because his significance had come to lie within his own narrow ambit.”
― William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways

“He treats me with respect; he opens doors for me, makes me laugh, and comforts me when I cry. He owes me nothing, yet gives me everything in return.â€� —SHEA”
― Michelle Warren, He + She

“That's why I love road trips, dude. It's like doing something without actually doing anything." - Hassan Harbish”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“There are no detours on a road trip, Catalano. There is only the road trip itself”
― Jennifer Salvato Doktorski, How My Summer Went Up in Flames

“To explore the diversity of Mother Nature with all five senses and allow it to evolve you as a Human Being is truly Travel”
― Sanjay Madan

“. . . it's part of the adventure!”
― Cat McMahon, Road Trip Explore! Oregon--Molalla River Corridor and Table Rock Wilderness

“Men on the road together have three choices. They separate, they kill one another, or they work things out.”
― Salman Rushdie, Quichotte

“It was easier to trust Siddhartha when he was a stranger. It was easier to trust him when he didn’t talk to me. It was easier with the distance. On this trip, when things will be real, and he’ll be in close proximity, I will not be able to make him the dream angel of my life. On this trip, I’ll have to see the real him, whoever he is, maybe just the opposite of what I imagined, maybe abusive, or a fraud, or a pervert. I don’t know, but now I’m afraid maybe after this trip, when I’ll see the real him, maybe he’ll take away from me the whole idea of Siddhartha I have in my mind.”
― Snehil Niharika, That’ll Be Our Song

“The moon, almost full, shines high in the sky in front of me. I roll down the window and rest my arm on top of the door frame. The night air blowing in softly through the open window feels cool on my face. For the moment, all seems right with the world.”
― Kevin James Shay, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History

“They can solve a surprising number of problems, road trips.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“She was a saltwater, sunsets, and road trips kinda girl.”
― Nithushe

“If a lifetime is North America then I have reached Kansas.”
― Diane Seuss, It Blows You Hollow

“To go out into nature is to explore the mind of the creator.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Thus, hanging around in our towels (and those weird disposable underpants) was no big deal.”
― Ann Benjamin, Life After Joe

“Make sure you control the radio on a long road trip. You don't want to listen to some old-fashioned music the whole time.”
― Preston Shay, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History

“When visiting the Grand Canyon, make sure you hike into the canyon. And be careful not to fall or step in mule poop.”
― McKenna Shay, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History

“I traveled ten thousand miles only to find the same red dirt...”
― Pat Conrad

“One does not have to wonder what was going through the minds of the founders of these towns e.g LEFT HAND,WV-V J SMITH Author, ROAD TRIP TOWNS WITH WACKY NAMES BARNES AND NOBLE NOOK BOOK”
― V J Smith, GREAT OUTDOOR RECIPES

“We had driven miles to find the world's creamiest cheesecake and the world's largest pistachio nut and the world's sweetest corn on the cob. We had spent hours in blind taste testings of kosher hot dogs and double chocolate chip ice cream. When Julie went home to Fort Worth, she flew back with spareribs from Angelo's Beef Bar-B-Q, and when I went to New York, I flew back with smoked butterfish from Russ and Daughters. Once, in New Orleans, we all went to Mosca's for dinner, and we ate marinated crab, baked oysters, barbecued shrimp, spaghetti bordelaise, chicken with garlic, sausage with potatoes, and on the way back to town, a dozen oysters each at the Acme and beignets and coffee with chicory on the wharf. Then Arthur said, "Let's go to Chez Helene for the bread pudding," and we did, and we each had two. The owner of Chez Helene gave us the bread pudding recipe when we left, and I'm going to throw it in because it's the best bread pudding recipe I've ever eaten. It tastes like caramelized mush. Cream 2 cups sugar with 2 sticks butter. Then add 2 1/2 cups milk, one 13-ounce can evaporated milk, 2 tablespoons nutmeg, 2 tablespoons vanilla, a loaf of wet bread in chunks and pieces (any bread will do, the worse the better) and 1 cup raisins. Stir to mix. Pour into a deep greased casserole and bake at 350* for 2 hours, stirring after the first hour. Serve warm with hard sauce.”
― Nora Ephron, Heartburn

“There’s something about an interstate highway that nearly wipes out the memories of before. Each ticking mile marker brings you further away from the person you were at the start.”
― Kristy McGinnis, Motion of Intervals

“With each mile marker that we pass, a weight that’s been bearing on my shoulders for almost 21 years, grows lighter. Soon I’ll be floating.”
― Kristy McGinnis, Motion of Intervals

“The best routes inspire you to drive slow.”
― Sandeep Sahajpal, The Twelfth Preamble: To all the authors to be!

“New Year Way Out by Stewart Stafford

Take off down the truculent highway
For a well-earned New Year escape
Tasty lunch at some time warp hotel
Seedy tree in an old folks dining room.

Destination reached in crimson twilight
Friends from back in the day greet us
Bags dragged in, up and put in corners
Then, downstairs for a seafood dinner.

Catch up on all the gossip and chat
Take a moonlight walk on the beach
Crabs roam the sand as sleep comes
Routine fractured in grinning dreams.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“You have walked dozens, hundreds of roads throughout your life! No matter how much you walk, there will always be roads you've never walked on, and you know, my friend, you probably won't be at peace when you hear this: Maybe one of those roads you've never walked is really the road you've always been looking for!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan