Open road, going somewhere, elsewhere—she loved that feeling. She knew that about herself. She knew she loved leaving more than a drink, more than sex, more than hunger, the books. The road didn’t have a caved-in feeling or a hangover; it could have any wonder in the whole world.
— Tara June Winch, The Yield: A Novel (Harper, June 2, 2020)
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American Made Chopper
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The great home of the soul is the open road.
D.H. Lawrence
Françoise Hardy with Georges Moustaki, 1970.
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