From earliest boyhood the American road has been part of my life -- central to it, I would even say. The ranch house in which I spent my first seven years sits only a mile from highway 281. We were thoroughly landlocked. I had no river to float on, to wonder about. Highway 281 was my river, its hidden reaches a mystery and an enticement. I began my life beside it and I want to drift down the entire length of it before I end this book . . .So begins Pulitzer Prize winner Larry McMurtry as he takes to the American roads of his past, rereading them as one might a favorite book and recording his observations along the way.
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