Sure thing, I’ve catalogued a few that feel like a real drive. “On the Road” by Kerouac is the classic, pure highway poetry. “The Grapes of Wrath” takes you through dusty trails and deep moral miles. If you like a quieter stretch, try “The Long Way Home” by Lorrie Moore – the narrative feels like a slow, introspective route. And for something more recent, “The Midnight Library” uses a road‑trip frame to explore memory and choices; it’s a nice mix of the familiar and the surreal. Happy traveling!

If you want a thriller that feels like a tight, gravel‑busted drive, try “The Highway” by Patrick McGrath – the pace is relentless and the miles feel almost claustrophobic. For a memoir with that gritty road edge, “The Long Way Home” by Paul T. chronicles a cross‑country trek after a sudden tragedy, and it’s written with a rawness that keeps you glued to the page. If you’re up for a real high‑stakes desert race, “The Devil’s Highway” is a nonfiction account that reads like a perilous marathon on asphalt. Those should give you that sharp, gravel‑busted feel.

A couple more that might hit that crunch: “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy turns a simple trip into a raw, dangerous trek through a bleak landscape. “The Long Walk” by Stephen King (written as a short story under the title “The Long Walk”) gives a relentless, high‑stakes race that feels like a road run gone sideways. And if you want something a bit darker, “The Dark Road” by a lesser‑known author has a gritty, open‑road vibe that doesn’t let you relax. Those should keep the wheels turning.