My name is Jest Kruisin and this is a tale of crossing the ocean and becoming first infected, then thoroughly recycled by the spirit of America. This spirit is hard to find today, but a half century ago it was out there – on the hiways and byways of the American Road. This is a tale of latter day pioneers and perhaps the last of the beatniks. Disciples of Jack Kerouac, who said an unequivocal yes to everything in their quest to go furthur, to quench the unquenchable – a roving band of hungry pranksters, opportunistic, alert, friendly, approachable, scruffy philosophers.