drive from Seattle to Chicago. Yesterday we made good time,
smoked South Dakota.
The faster we went,
the better the mileage. Averaging 73 mph, we got
27.1 mpg, the best yet.
engineering for you--optimized for the Autobahn. 813 miles
in one day and we blew past
Drug despite 60 or so importuning billboards. The tourist trap we
did fall into thanks to near-empty
tank is my new
favorite place in
South Dakota: 1880 Cowboy Town,
gas station, fireworks
self-described museum of coin-operated dusty faux Old West lifesize
mannequins who drink booze, cheat at poker, and shoot out the lights in
an idealized saloon.
Creaky fun for just
four bits, the quarters lay flat and you push them in, just like at the
That was in Buffalo
Ridge, right outside Sioux Falls, David my driving mate's hometown,
where the Ramada
we stayed in had a
pool and hot tub but despite being exhausted I found it difficult to
sleep. The Christians
I met at breakfast
immediately asked if I had any children and seemed to write me off when
I grinned no.
On the road, muggy
outside, we stop for gas in western Minnesota, where these three trucks
for the fields to
dry to deliver their 159-foot-long wind turbine blades. I wish I'd
asked how much they weigh.