Good for a drive, though

Laser-beam eyes?!

Well, who cares, but my tiny car likes this on a September Friday night.

On the Road

It's been really difficult to make a note of this, perhaps much more difficult than for most other recent reads; though having finished On the Road back in March, my thoughts on it have been scattered and at times contradictory, possibly related to my own varying perception over the randomness or possible meaningfulness of every day's streams of life..
It's for this reason that I'll have to redirect you to the thoughts of others.

So here's an opinion [not my own]:

When it was published in 1957, On the Road fascinated America with its seemingly aimless outcasts seeking thrills across the continent. It is the autobiographical account of Jack Kerouac's life in the late 1940s. Kerouac was recognized as the father of the Beat Generation with the publication of his novel. The Beat literary movement actually started with a small group of bohemians living in New York City during the mid-1940s. The group included Kerouac, poet Allen Ginsberg, and professional eccentric William Burroughs. The men were trying to define a "New Vision" in literature, and they discussed and criticized various works of literature and theories of writing.

... which you can keep reading here.

And here's an other:

Critics like Millstein stressed the spiritual qualities of Kerouac's novel. Millstein wrote that the "frenzied pursuit of every possible sensory impression" by the various characters in the novel are "excesses made to serve a spiritual purpose, the purpose of an affirmation still unfocused, still to be defined, unsystematic." In other words, the characters are on a quest for belief in something, anything. Ralph Gleason, in Saturday Review, touched on the search for affirmation and spiritual dimension of the novel when he denied that On the Road is a "beat" novel [...]

... and you can read this review here.