No but seriously, thank goodness for Superdawg. I just wish I had the good sense to vomit up the contents of my stomach between visits so I could have enjoyed more. Like, one of those malts Tojo had.

I’ll take California drivers over non-California on- and off- road ramps any day.

14 hours!?!?! During our westerly cross country drive/move, the most Babs and I could muster was 12 hours straight before we crashed out in Radford, Virginia. Such nice people in Radford.

I reckon that in a grand scheme of things sort of way, the country does get prettier as you drive east to west, but in more of a bell curve sort of way. Jersey and Maryland were quite banal. The Smokey Mountains and the area around Fayetteville, AR were quite pretty (western AR and eastern TN make you want to rip out your own tongue and garotte yourself with it). Oklahoma is The Kill Yourself State, and west TX is better suited to being a vast penal colony than anything else. Scottsdale, AZ is evergreen beautiful, while the rest of AZ is stunning in that “I’m driving on Mars” sort of way. Frankly, driving in to CA isn’t all that promising, but you know it is California, where the freeway exits are clearly marked in a logical fashion. Then you wake up the next morning across the street from the Pacific.