The Drive

The Drive

A single call from his Czech girlfriend catapults Trevor into a serious crisis. Desperate to get his mojo back, he blazes down Highway 99 in a rented Dodge Neon.

But soon his journey to California is fraught with peril, and all he has for protection are a semi-automatic pistol, his trusty plastic visor and a flea-ridden cat. As the drugs and the heartbreak kick in, the question is no longer whether Trevor will get over his girlfriend’s infidelity, but whether he’ll get out alive.

A fast-paced and hilarious contemporary odyssey, The Drive has all the adventure and surrealism of Hunter S Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas – but overlaid with heartfelt yearning and hope.

From page one of Tyler Keevil’s The Drive, I was hooked.  You know you’re in for a rollicking ride when Trevor, your narrator, turns up at a car rental agency with beers for the road (two of which he’s had on the way over) and a blacker than coal outlook on life.  I found myself laughing through this entire book, all the while cringing at all of Trevor’s mishaps and scrapes.

The Drive spares you nothing… you get the sick, the grit, the unseemly smells of life on the road… and you get them in spades.  On more than one occasion I found my stomach turning and curdling with the thought of another drunken episode.  Trevor’s journey is enough to make you want to go sober as a priest.

From peyote laced buns, a flashing visor, a beat up cat, cannibal restaurant staff, a man-tiger, a biker gang leader with a grudge, the obligatory hitchhiker and two friendly lesbians,The Drive pretty much has it all.  If you’re up for a coming-of-age-finding-yourself tale with a heavy dose of booze, weed, endless stretches of road and a smidge of magic, give The Drive a read.  I thought it was better than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and that’s saying something!

By Steph, read my blog now:

by for
find me on and follow me on