Quotes About Roadtrip

In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.

To travel and to get around different places, especially in station wagons, you could really see America.

If you ever plan to motor west,Travel my way, take the highway that's the best,Get your kicks on Route Sixty-six!

My wife and I drove across America following the Oregon Trail, which the pioneers once passed along.

On this trip as we drove across Pennsylvania, a state so ludicrously vast that it takes a whole day to traverse

Johnny Guitar... just one of my favorite singers of all time. I met him when we were both on the road with Johnny Otis in the '50s when I was a teenager. We traveled the country in a car together. I would hear him sing every night.

drive past Stansbury and make a right onto Ventura and let it take me through Studio City, where the boulevard became Cahuenga, and then head into Hollywood, cruising along Sunset until I hit Beverly Glen

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

My favorite road trip ever is when my wife and I took an RV around the country. We just had the best time.

The longest road trip I've ever been on is from Minnesota to Los Angeles.

I really like to just jump in a truck with your backpack and just drive and go somewhere.

There's one Baldessari work I genuinely love and would like to own, maybe because of my Midwestern roots and love of driving alone. 'The backs of all the trucks passed while driving from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara, California, Sunday, 20 January 1963' consists of a grid of 32 small color photographs depicting just what the title says.

I was heading to Nebraska. Now there's a sentence you don't want to say too often if you can possibly help it.

Don't plan to drive more than 300 miles a day.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.

Now we were on the great Texas plain and, as Dean said, You drive and drive and you're still in Texas tomorrow night.

It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened.

I think of Dean Moriarty.

quietly filled the gas tank, saw to it the bell didn't ring, and rolled off like an Arab with a five-dollar tankful of gas

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

till one day she got in a car and she just kept driving.

They had emerged, abruptly and conclusively, from Glenwood Canyon and come out into a more open valley containing the crossroads town of Glenwood Springs. From here a highway doubled back east toward the elite paradise of Aspen. Travelers who, like them, chose to continue west toward Utah were confronted by an animated mushroom cloud rising from the interstate's median.

Between Princeton and Elizabethtown they stopped twice for Tucker to avail himself of gas station facilities, the food having slid through his bowels like Sherman through Georgia.