Halfway between the iconic American myth and the reality of a vanishing dream, this roadside America seems eternal, as if frozen in time. These small towns come alive with the noise of the engines; and themselves embody the notion of passing. Sometimes there is a feeling of expectation, of loneliness. They do not represent the destination; rather the route itself. A crossing of the Americana, imbued with a certain nostalgia, in search of the good old days.