Roadside America

Hey-hey! A favourite of mine. If you live in the USA or Canada and you don't know about this, then shame on you. If you're planning a trip to either and you don't consult this, then ditto.

Ever wondered where all that really ODD shit by the side of the road is? The stuff that's dying for a photo or that should be in a film? Why all you ever seem to see is the verge of an Interstate highway and YET ANOTHER truck stop? Well, go to Roadside America and answer those questions sharpish. It's almost beautiful. It kept me in thrall for two-and-a-half years, rendering me into a state not unlike that of a child with ADHD and FAR TOO MUCH food colouring every time we went on a road trip.

You should pity my long-suffering wife. Two-and-a-half years of "Ooh! Ooh! I've read about that! Can we stop there?" (Points at something indescribably tacky, like a beach towel of The Last Supper, only far bigger and worse) "Ple-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ease?"