Land of the free, home of the proud

"I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds."
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Näissä tunnelmissa alkaa allekirjoittaneen, Mussun ja Jontsun matka Amerikkojen yhdysvaltoihin huomenna aamulla kello 8 (Jontsulla kello 7, kun ei saanut paikkaa samalle lennolle). Matkasuunnitelma:

San Diego 1.4. - Seattle 28.4
New York 31.4. - 16.5. Helsinki

1,5 kuukautta aikaa, n. 2000 mailia (n. 3200km) ajettavaa, 8 osavaltiota nähtävänä...

Jos vaikka yrittäisi aloittaa heräämällä aamulla linja-autoon ajoissa. Raportoidaan sitten matkan varrella siitä kuinka metsästyksemme aitoa amerikanaa kohtaan sujuu ja saavutammeko silmäyksen tai tunteen siitä hengestä, josta Kerouac, Thompson, Wolfe ja muut legendat ovat kirjoittaneet.

"And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. "

-Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas