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bug's name was Neal Cassady and I was off on another spurt around the road. We packed my sister's boxes of clothes and dishes and a few chairs in back of the car and took off at dark, promising to be back in thirty hours. Thirty hours for a thousand miles North and South. But that's the way Neal wanted it. It was a tough trip and none of us noticed it; the heater was not working and consequently the wind-shield developed fog and ice. Neal kept reaching out while driving seventy to wipe it with a rag and make a hole to see the road. In the spacious Hudson we had plenty room all four of us to sit up front. A blanket covered our laps. The radio was not working. It was a brand new car bought five days ago and already it was broken. There was only one instalment paid on it too. Off we went, north to Virginia, on 101, a straight two-lane highway without much traffic. And Neal talked, no one else talked. He gestured furiously, he leaned as far as me sometimes to make a point, sometimes he had no hands on the wheel and yet the car went as straight as an arrow, not for once devi-ating the slightest bit from the white line in the middle of the road that unwound kissing our left front tire. I didn't realize this was going to be the case all the way to California before this new season was over. It was a completely meaningless set of circumstances that made Neal come and similarly I went off with him for no reason. In New York I had been attending school and romancing around with a girl called Pauline, a beautiful Italian honey-haired darling that I actually wanted to marry. All these years I was looking for the woman I wanted to marry. I couldn't meet a girl without saying to myself, "What kind of wife would she make?" I told Neal and Louanne about Pauline. Loanne suddenly leaped to the situation. She wanted to know all about Pauline, she wanted to meet her. We zoomed through Rich-mond, Washington, Baltimore and up to Philadelphia on a winding country road and talked. "I want to marry a girl" I told them "so I can rest my soul with her till we both get old. This can't go on all the time...all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go some-place, find something." "Ah now man" said Neal "I've been digging you for years about the HOME and marriage and all those fine won-