Every book I pick up nowadays seems to be about roadtripping, or has excellent travel descriptions, or speaks philosophically of the "Road". I don't do it on purpose, I swear. It's probably just that the only two lines that speak to me in any book are the ones about roads.
Such as:"No, in the USA, people still get the call, or some of them, and they feel themselves being called to from the transcendent void, and they respond to it by building a model out of beer bottles of somewhere they've never visited, or by erecting a gigantic bat house in some part of the country that bat's have traditionally declined to visit.* Roadside attractions: people feel themselves being pulled to places where, in other parts of the world, they would recognize that part of themselves that is truly transcendent, and buy a hotdog and walk around, feeling satisfied on a level they cannot truly describe, and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that."
Or:"And he guessed he would take a roadside attraction, no matter how cheap, how crooked, or how sad, over a shopping mall, any day."
Both excerpts taken from "American Gods", by Neil Gaiman. Actually the whole book is calling to me, but I can't reprint everything.
* the bat house is actually not far away from me in Florida; some dude even imported hundreds of bats to fill it, and they just flew away, never to return.