この本の 書き出し

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads are blue. Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk -- times neither day nor night -- the old roads return to the sky some of its color. Then in truth, they carry a mysterious cast of blue, and it's that time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

この本の この書き出しこれだけで、 なぜおれがこの本に惹かれるのかがわかるし、 おれの旅行スタイル に近いものをゾクゾクするぐらいかんじる。 ここでもいつも blue highways をすすめて、 red highways はすすめてない！ GPSなんかいらない やっぱり いろあせた地図がいい！