"The American road trip is, by any rational measure, an anachronism. Long-distance driving, once novel as a mid-century celebration of the Interstate, has become a slow, unnecessary, and overly involved means of transit. In an age of airlines, there’s precious little point to the exercise.
But, of course, that’s not the whole truth of the matter. There’s a reason the road trip has persisted, and that its popular narrative has room for the milquetoast suburban family piled into a station wagon just as easily as it does Easy Rider, Kerouac’s On the Road, and Nabokov’s Lolita, all without any hint of contradiction. There’s a reason, too, that I’ve driven across the country four separate times, crossing through 36 states on the way. It’s Manifest Destiny."