Having spent a residency at the Jack Kerouac House in Orlando, Florida in 2015, writer and artist Ciara Shuttleworth came to appreciate Kerouac enough that when she was on her way home from Orlando to the scablands of Washington state, she decided to take a Jack Kerouac cut out, "Flat Jack" with her as she took her own road trip West.
Ever since I got into travel writing, I've been told to read the works of Joseph Conrad, Jack Kerouac, Edward Abbey, Bruce Chatwin, Paul Theroux, William Dalrymple, Bill Bryson, and other white men. While I learned a lot from their stories, I was also repeatedly left with questions about misogyny and racial insensitivity.
Why do some of us fall violently ill just by glancing at a book in a moving car, while others can read through an entire road trip without any problem at all? Here's the scientific lowdown on what makes carsickness tick, as well as what you can do to prevent (or at least minimize) its wickedly brutal effects.
It's sort of like "On the Road" except the driver is on my car insurance. And when they finally decide to leave Maine (you're where?!), the driver has a cell phone and can call mom about flat tires, stripped lug nuts and how between the four of them, they're down to $2. OK, so it's not like "On the Road" at all.