Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road, JK

Even though Jack Kerouac spent a short time in Big Sur I still sense his presence as I drive over the concrete bridges along the Pacific Coast Highway. I'm on the road and the spirit of the poet and the Beats are reminders of passing rhythms and adventures that happen on wandering hearts that dare to risk. The title is from his ground breaking novel On the Road.