It often strikes me, when I drive past a community with crippled, nonfunctional cars stored in front yards, that Americans worship dead cars instead of God! In the beginning there were headlights and in the end taillights.

Each year 50,000 lives are offered on the altar of the highway. This far exceeds the efforts of any other primitive peoples to meet their lust for blood. Might not the national system of interstate and defense highways be the true cathedral of America?

Robert Snetsinger, Diary of a Mad Planner, 1976

My thanks to @mapguy25’s “A Place for People” for the pointer at Snetsinger’s book…