I had a lot of big plans for the last summer of my youth, most of them involving fast cars, tepid pools, and cold drinks. Unfortunately, the closest I’ve come this summer to a top-down, wind-in-my-hair moment came when I went down a really large hill really fast on my bike.
As if to rub it in my face that high gas prices are killing the last dream of my youth, Michael Paterniti had to go and declare the death of the American roadtrip. Paterniti (currently installed in a Maine summer cottage with his 2.5 children) says there is no real fun or adventure to be had on car trips.
Since that’s clearly wrong, he must just be jealous because he never got lucky with a really hot hitch-hiker.