I read this book for the first time in high school, stuck in Kentucky, hearing the call of the open road. It felt great to know that there were other people in the world who wanted to just GO, cruising the highways into the unknown with the windows down, throwing responsibility into the breeze. After college, I read it again as I traced part of the story's route across the plains, through Denver, and up into the Rockies. When I arrived at my destination, I met a kindred spirit 20 years my senior who had never read it and traded me his copy of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas for my copy of On the Road. A finer exchange was never made.