It’s my way or the highway. That’s just how things work around here. Maybe you thought there would be more options, but there are only two. To be honest, though, the highway is faster. If you’re in a rush, I would recommend the highway.

The highway also has places to stop for food and recreation. I’ve found some of my favorite restaurants along the highway. For many years I’ve been a fan of Chorito’s Burritos, which is a burrito chain I first discovered on the highway. I often recommend Chorito’s to friends and colleagues, many of whom agree it’s one of the better highway-adjacent burrito chains.

But in terms of current options, it’s my way or the highway. Your choice. Just keep in mind this country has a rich history of highway travel, owing largely to the Federal Aid Highway Act of 1956. And it’s totally up to you, but the Highway Act was perhaps Eisenhower’s greatest legacy, creating 41,000 miles of highway throughout the United States. This infrastructure is one of America’s key domestic assets, and a great way to discover a variety of roadside amenities, such as Chorito’s and other similar restaurants.

Again, my way is also an option. But the highway is an integral part of our culture, and holds a special place in the American mythos. We built much of our post-war identity around car travel, embracing the sense of individuality and self-determination that it carried. So it’s really your choice, but that act of traversing the country along those newly built highways echoed the frontier spirit and wagon trains of days gone, while pointing forward to a new and exciting era of technology.

Truthfully, I’ve been spending a lot of time on the highway. Maybe my way doesn’t seem so great anymore. Maybe I’m trying to channel the past through these winding monuments to our recent history. Or maybe I’m just chasing the thrill of that first Chorito burrito.

Really, though, it’s up to you.