Wow. I did NOT like this book. Kerouac BORES me. (heh heh. That ought to get a discussion going) Well, I mean... it's like this spiritual journey where the characters hardly develop as they travel around the US with no direction in their lives. Kinda feel like shaking my fist at them and screaming 'get a job you hippies!' Worst thing is, it made me FEEL like I actually WAS on a road trip. A long trip going nowhere with that eternal feeling of 'are we there yet?' I would love to read Neal Cassady's letters though. 'Cause at the same time, it made me feel llike going on a road trip. Life is so dull and mediocre. I love the idea of cruising downhill with the motor off and the clutch in. I feel like taking someone's car, tracking down a large hill and doing that. In Dunedin, they have these great steep cliffside roads with the most beautiful views.... I'd love to just cruise by there.... On the Road made me feel like my life was really claustrophobic. Like-'stop this car! I'm getting out.' Stupid Kerouac. Make me realise there's something else out there. Geez. I hate it when authors do that.