Kerouac vs. Me

In anticipation of my upcoming cross-country trip, I read Kerouac's On The Road. That got me thinking (what's that burning smell?), who wins in a head to head battle of cross country trips...me or Kerouac? 1)Transport: While I don't object to flying through the heartland on the back of a flat-bed shared with various hobos, I'm pretty sure my wife would. If I and my fellow raodtrippers were to gather our vehicles and choose the best option for driving across a continent, we would be facing the possibility of two weeks with five people crammed into a '99 Honda Accord. Did you know that renting a car for two weeks is surprisingly affordable? 2)Food: Kerouac routinely went without eating and sometimes resorted to stealing sustinence. My group and I have planned almost the entire trip around restaurants where we will be stopping. 3)American spirit: Did you know Kerouac's parents were so called French Canadians? Not mine. Let's review the categories. 1)Transport: Hitchhiking and stealing gas and cars vs. renting a car with ac-I win. 2)Food: Not knowing where your next meal will come from vs. begrudgingly leaving a 15% tip because the waitress only filled your coffee cup three times instead of four-I win. 3)American spirit: What kind of name is Kerouac anyway-I win. So if your keeping score, and you're not a filthy cheater like the refs in the World Cup who have routinely screwed the American team out of goals (good thing soccer isn't a real sport), I clearly win. Sorry Jack.