Wherever in the world we grew up, Hollywood movies, Tin Pan Alley, and a string of evocative novels have made the American roadscape a part of our lives.
From films set in quaint but sinister neon-lit motels, to TV adverts where rickety filling stations punctuate lonely desert highways we see images from the American road almost every day.
And yet new road building programmes and budget air travel are making that roadscape harder and harder to find.
Kevin Connolly set out to hitchhike from Miami to New York on a romantic quest for a vanishing world and found it both more dangerous, and more amusing, than he'd hoped.
While trying to dodge a fast-approaching hurricane, he visits a roadhouse where the fizzy pop is served in 38-fluid ounce goblets the size of fire buckets and the T-Bones are bigger than elephants' ears.
Later, he has his camera stolen while trying to take a picture of himself and gets a ride in a Cadillac with a windshield sign overs the driver's seat saying 'Smith' while over the passenger seat it said 'Wesson.'.