A still from Thelma & Louise (1991), the first road trip movie with women at the wheel.
In the summer of 2021, in those halcyon months between vaccination and the Delta wave, I drove from New York to Los Angeles with my friend Julie. I had barely driven since high school, had never driven west, had taken only short road trips with boyfriends who never let me drive. Like everyone else in the world, Julie and I were desperate to look at anything other than the walls of our apartments. We both were also . . .
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