John Steinbeck's classic travelogue showcases man's best road-trip friend
Fourteen years ago, I decided to drive across the United States. This came after a childhood of cross-country rides in the back seat of my parents' car, visiting my grandparents in Southern California. But in 2007, when I was a full-fledged grown-up, my grandmother worried about this trip well before my departure. My mother wanted to know where I would sleep. My sister said she couldn't imagine driving all those miles by myself.