Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Lost in San Francisco

If you read our last post and thought "You idiots. San Fran on Memorial Day?!" then you would be correct. Clever plan... Thought through... Etc. There's a few things we didn't totally think through with that being the main one.

We arrived in San Francisco late morning/early afternoon. And the first thing we found out was that there is an admission charge. So scrambling and by some miracle we were able to pull a magic $2 bill and change out of a hat- well, wallet/purse/change holder in the car. Then as we drove in we were a tad overwhelmed by the city.

We decided to first grab some cash for any other admission charges. And that was an obstacle course in itself. Not quite sure how we survived that one.

Then we proceeded to Fisherman's Wharf. Up and down and around we went. Testing the limits of our little cars engine and brakes. I liken it to a Disneyland for cars. We finally got to Fisherman's Wharf where we realized it was slightly suicidal to try to find parking (and a bathroom) so we decided we would see the Golden Gate Bridge.



So more winding and waiting behind trolleys until we found our way to the bridge. Crossed the impressive bridge, found a bathroom (more on our bathroom tour later), crossed back into San Francisco (where they charged an even higher admission that time) and decided to leave.


Yes, we came to see San Francisco. And we did see it, if for only a couple of short hours. But in those few hours we made a couple of observations. 1) We, especially I, could not live there. I like the suburbs and the country. That city was too busy for me. 2) The grand design of the place was amazing! To see the buildings built practically on top of each other was very impressive. 3) With as many buildings as there were, we didn't see 2 building alike. The character of that city is just awe inspiring. And 4) next time we go we would like to do it not on a holiday and see it by bike. Driving in that city is crazy!!!


- Brittany

Monday, May 30, 2011

Our Last Hoorah!


*Note: this post was written at 6:30 p.m. last night but phone wouldn't let me post it until now.*



We are on the road again. It's been a long time since we've visited this blog. Since our last post- which was a very long time ago- we've gone on short trips here and there, but nothing major. Today we are going for one last Hoorah!

One last Hoorah before we add a new travel buddy. Then it will be Mobile Family Counseling. The trip? From Tempe, AZ to San Francisco, CA. At least to start with. Originally we were going to leave at 4:00 tomorrow morning for LA and leave it at that. However we decided to make the most of our last trip for ourselves and leave now.

Literally, David said "How about San Francisco?" I said "Sure!" and he said, "then we need to leave now." So here we are. The beginning of our trip. We plan on making it a frugal trip and flying by the seat of our pants. So when we find something cool, we'll be sure to share!


- Brittany

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Florida Adventure

Well all, you knew we wouldn't be able to stay in one place for long. We are on a new adventure! This one to Florida, and thankfully by plane. Although car is fun, we seriously don't have the time to drive across country again.

But that doesn't stop us from having fun! The airport is full of fun and interesting people. It ranges from the family that I can only describe as looking like gypsies, to the 5 year old who appears to have more money than me, to every other kind of person in between. One little girl looks like she had smart parents who drugged her before hand so she'd sleep through the flight. (Not that I'd ever recommend drugging your child.) Another mom has her daughters watching movies- smart. And boys who look like they are going to be very loud. This will be an interesting flight.

So for now, time to turn the phone off and conserve battery until flight time and we'll see you in Florida!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Quirks




Note: this post is long overdue, as what I thought I had posted to the blog itself ended up being saved as a draft on my phone. As many of my friends would undoubtedly hasten to point out, I am still a bit of a blogging n00b, and I will admit to my fail. On with the post, then:

The mighty, being who they are, have a tendency to fall hard once they have been tripped up. It's not so much that they have a longer distance to fall, but rather more to the fact that gravity seems to have a harder pull on them, so they consequently hit the ground harder.

Feel free to quote me on that: the mighty are not in possession of some high, exalted state compared to the rest of us - it's merely a question of gravitational pull.

Our mighty Fit, it turns out, is something a bit less than the grand two-person chariot that I initially built it up to be. This post was inevitable - if one spends any inordinate amount of time with anything, one begins to find cracks in its armor, blemishes in its complexion, and little annoying character traits that one overlooked or perhaps ignored before. This can happen to anything: jobs, co-workers, electronic gadgets, significant others, hometowns - none are safe from time's unyielding microscope (though in the case of the significant other, one had best learn to live with the imperfections and blemishes if one expects to have peace in the relationship).

Most recently, we encountered a landform that had been largely absent on our cross-country jaunt: the Rocky Mountains. Traveling east from Phoenix to Texas sends one through the vestiges of this great western range, but the elevation pales in comparison to the sheer magnitude of the grades associated with the trek northeast out of Phoenix. The grades approach 7% in several places, and looking over the edges - while providing majestic views - can be supremely intimidating to anyone with even the slightest touch of vertigo.

It could be said that the Fit suffers from vertigo as well - the mountains are not kind to the little hatchback. I wrote before about the chipmunks under the Fit's hood, and through winding mountain stretches, they are certainly not at home - being from a valley, they are unaccustomed to rapid changes in elevation. They try their hardest to keep the car going, and the engine spins willingly, but the Fit's transmission does it no favors. This gearbox is not optimized for heavy loads of any kind and even minor upward grades cause the car considerable grief. The unfortunate engine/transmission combination is so unsuited for mountain travel that gravity can actually have a stronger pull on the car than all but maximum horsepower: on several graded stretches, I had to maintain an engine speed of around 6200 RPM (where the engine makes maximum power) just to keep from slowing down. Since the engine redlines at 6500 RPM and makes a horrendous racket if it so much as approaches that mark, driving in that manner for extended periods becomes tiresome and worrisome very quickly, as the prospect of grenading the engine on the side of a mountain is less than appealing.

Fuel economy is also severely affected by this kind of driving. On regular streets, the Fit usually turns on the "Low Fuel" light somewhere between 300 & 320 miles. At that point, the car has about 25-30 miles left before reaching absolute empty. On this trip, though, I noticed that the light came on at 260 miles - all the extra time spent at 6000+ RPM had taxed the engine so much that the equivalent of around two extra gallons of gasoline was used just to keep it moving. While other cars would certainly be similarly affected, it would not be quite to the same extent as the diminuitive 1.5L Chipmunk Edition engine in the Fit.

On a related note, as we climbed higher and higher into the mountains, the temperature dropped lower and lower. On the cross-country trip, we both noticed that our side nearest to the door tended to get much colder than the rest of our bodies - sort of a reverse trucker's tan. To test this, I placed a bottle of water in a rear passenger door's cupholder and proceeded through Texas at night. We picked it up that morning and found that it was noticeably colder than other bottles in the car. On one hand, keeping drinks cool for free is a nice bonus - Dodge charges extra for their "Chill Zone" glove box that pipes an extra air conditioning vent into a two-bottle glove box. On the other hand, however, it made temperature control a bit of a pain, as it became a challenge to stay comfortable as the temperature dropped in the dark.

Driving through several states and road types presented us with a litany of street conditions. We dealt with highways and urban streets, parking lots and drive-thrus, back country roads and barren highways, and we realized that while adequate for most situations, the Fit's tires and suspension can come off a bit harsh. The relatively small wheels and surprisingly-firm suspension make for a slightly rough ride under certain conditions and transmit a good amount of road noise into the cabin depending upon the asphalt condition and bumps. In driving the Fit, one can't help but feel that the car is lacking just a bit in substance - though reasonably sporty for its class, the ride makes it feel somewhat stripped down and contentious, as though it isn't quite suited for serious driving.

These little quibbles pale in comparison to the Fit's overall appeal for the way that we use it. Its value for the money is superb where bells and whistles are unnecessary and utility and economy are king and queen. The Fit nails this: it is the very embodiment of the automobile as an appliance with just a hint of fun - much like a refrigerator with a magnetic poetry set. In short, it makes a great city car and a great commuter - one that we will very likely hang on to until it absolutely dies, even. For someone who is used to a bit more comfort, more power, or even that intangible "substance" factor, however, a different vehicle might prove a more pleasant drive. When the driver's needs revolve around utility and economy, however, the Fit's added sportiness is a nice bonus and help make it arguably the best buy in its class.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Heritage Bed & Breakfast

There isn't a whole lot to do in a such small place as Snowflake, AZ, so you may wonder why we would drive 4 hours just to stay there overnight. Well, for one- we love to drive. And we especially like to drive away from the city. We are not city folk and love the small town feel. So when life gets hectic, that's where we go. Second- because of this place.





Since the first time we came here we fell in love with it. Quiet with that small town feel that we love, we are rarely as relaxed as we are at Heritage.





When you arrive, you are instantly made to feel at home. White picket fence, large patio, even a tiny pond and wishing well- it's like something you may have only read about and never knew was still around. If we ever move to Small Town, USA, it's how I would dream up my own home.












The last three times we have gone it was owned by a little old grandpa who has always been very welcoming. Upon arriving last night we found that he had sold it to a charming couple with two of the cutest little dogs. They very gracious hosts, and we were pleased that the welcoming atmosphere was not lost in the change of ownership.

Just like the last two times, we booked the honeymoon suite. We have only ever stayed in one other room so I can not say what every room is like. But we have never been dissaponted.


















As you can see in the pictures above, the room is a lavender color with almost overly femine furniture and decorations. If you know David, you know there is nothing feminine about him so to stay consistantly in such a room should tell you how comfortable it is.

The four post bed is large enough that David doesn't kick it in the night and comfortable enough that I can't adequately describe it without using such cliches as 'sleeping on air' or 'wrapping myself in a cloud'. When we stay at Heritage, I have a hard time getting out of said bed just because of how far down I have fallen into it.

Another reason for reserving the honeymoon suite is in the picture below.





I am not one to sit in a hot bath for very long. However if we had this tub in our apartment, I doubt I would leave home more than to go to work. After a long drive, the jets seemed to work out all the stiffness and kinks and it felt as if the tub were molded to my body.

Now, a bed and breakfast wouldn't be more than a quaint inn without their breakfast and the food was of the same caliber of the room. I am not a fan of eggs, so I did not get their German Babies - which David will explain later - but I did have bacon and pancakes. I have to say, these were some of the best bacon and pancakes I've had in a long time. I don't know what they added to the bacon, but it was absolutely heavenly. I could eat their bacon all day long. The strawberry syrup was almost as good as the bacon.

So as you can tell, all in all- a great trip and we are much more relaxed than when we left. And once again, back to reality.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

On The Road Again

Well folks, we've been home for two weeks now and we've decided we would rather be gone again. Getting back to reality has been very hard and although we were very busy on our trip, I think I'd rather go back to it. We are a couple who would love to live on the road (with a permanent home being some place to go when we are tired of living out of our car/bike- whatever mode of transportation we may have at that point).

So since it's been hard getting back to reality and we really didn't get to spend much time alone on our large trip, we are on the road again. This time, the destination is Snowflake, AZ. There is a little bed and breakfast we love to go to and decided we had the time and money so let's do it. Not to mention Valentine's Day is next week, so we'll celebrate this week.

After church, we quickly grabbed our clothes for tomorrow and hit the road. We are taking the 87 north route, which is very scenic. Last time we drove through there was snow- I'm hoping for some more again. It is cold enough there after all. I'll try to take many pictures from the road as it is very beautiful. But just to give you a taste of the day, here's a pic of the gorgeous blue sky as we began out journey.



Monday, January 25, 2010

Last Leg







The preceding picture was taken last night upon having first entered the state, but as of this moment (about 4:35pm CST), it is still accurate because after nine hours of driving,

::Billy Mays::

WE'RE STILL NOT DONE! IN FACT, IF YOU CALL NOW, WE'LL ADD 200 MORE MILES TO YOUR ORDER, ABSOLUTELY FREE!

::/Billy Mays::

Sorry for yelling - I couldn't resist.

Anyway, we are now on I-10, which means that there are about three more turns between here and home. West Texas remains a vast vortex of absolute suck, from which no light or hope can escape, but we were at least able to tackle it this time after spending the night at Brittany's cousin's house. Becky, Ryan, Miriam and Ben graciously opened their doors to us late last night to allow us to sleep in a real bed, which was greatly appreciated over the car seats we had slept in on the way out. Of course, I ought to clarify that "real bed" is something of a relative measure, as the bed in question was Miriam's, and she stands (and sleeps, incidentally) at just over four feet tall. While I was comfortable from the shins up, my feet spent most of the night suspended off the edge, which led to the further problem of shifting every few hours. At least two of said shifts sent me off the side edge of the bed, and there are few things quicker to rouse one from the stupor of sleep than the sudden realization that the bed is no longer there, and that the floor is an indeterminate distance away. Regardless of my inability to stay still, the generosity was very much appreciated, and we look forward to returning the favor in a few months.

97 miles to El Paso . . .


Sunday, January 24, 2010

On Our Way




We are now just over the Louisiana border and are therefore just a few hours away from today's goal of Flower Mound, Texas. Rather than go all-out and race for Arizona non-stop, we decided it would be better if we stopped for the night, caught up with Brittany's cousins, and recuperated before taking on west Texas. That stretch of road makes for a long fight, and both of us had best be well-rested before undertaking that portion of the adventure.

Brittany summed up our (busy) week pretty well, so all I really have to offer at this point is my take on a few things:

1:
Having now crossed the Mississippi River, there are no longer any live trees to be found. As a precursor to Texas, New Mexico and Arizona, that is extremely depressing.




2:
The following picture was taken at the Alabama welcome center:




The Welcome Center has a back porch and rocking chairs. The only way it could possibly be more Southern would be if it had a bug zapper and a resident hound dog or two.

3:
Rain is terrifying. Perhaps it's exacerbated by the fact that I live in a desert now, but as we entered Alabama, we were hit with a wall of water that would have drowned most species of fish. This was a "seven-foot visibility," "shake-the-semi-next-to-you," "don't even think about using your brakes" kind of storm, and it played havoc with our travel time. After nearly playing hydroplane pinball with a Mack truck and a Chevy Suburban, we decided to get off the highway and wait it out for a bit.

4:
The laws of physics are not my friends today. Motion and force, along with the energy needed to provide them, walk a delicate line in a dance of balance and grace that while predictable, rarely work in a motorhead's favor. I, for example, would like to get home as quickly as possible. In order to accomplish this, my strategy would typically be to put my foot to the floor in selective recognition of local speed limits in order to expedite our arrival. However, I would also like to spend as little money as possible to do this, which means that I need to manage my fuel economy. The catch-22 lies in the fact that as speed increases, the need for power to make and maintain it increases as well. As that happens, the rate of fuel consumption can jump dramatically.

This paradox came about during the aforementioned deluge - between my questionably-excessive speeds in Georgia and the inclement weather in Alabama, our fuel economy dropped significantly from 350 miles per tank on the way out to just under 300 on our first tank going home. I had averaged about 80mph coming out of Georgia, and the Alabama downpour had me on and off the throttle sharply for the better part of two hours, which greatly increased consumption. After filling up for the second time, I decided to try to increase the Fit's fuel economy back to its previous numbers by parking the cruise control right at 70mph and holding it there. This has been painful to do because 70mph is the speed limit for most of the way, and I am certainly not known for my profound respect for white signs with black numbers. I had grandpas in Buicks passing me with quizzical looks and the occasional trucker blow by me with horns, lights, and middle fingers flying in full force, but it seems to be working. With 3/4 of a tank remaining, we have gotten almost 250 miles, and I would venture to guess that we will get another 100 miles before the "low fuel" light comes on.

This leaves me with a quandary: do I get the extra tank or two of gas to get there sooner, or do I take it easy on the wallet and back my speed off?

The answer is actually easier than you might think. I stopped at a rest area and let Brittany drive. Now it's her decision.

Recap

Well folks, the time has to come to head back to the desert. Car is packed, tears have been shed, and goodbyes have now been said. We are now out of Georgia, and as for me- I'm not too happy to be going back to reality. This trip has been wonderful and packed tight of visiting and eating. A diet will be in order after our return....

I'm sorry we haven't been updating as often as we should, but as you can guess we have been very busy bees.



Monday was full of sleeping and visiting. For the first time that day in a long while, all of my mother's children were home. That was a joyous occasion! (Those pictures will come later as we don't have them yet.) The evening was spent with David visiting with an old girl-friend at Steak and Shake(I still win!) and I stayed at home with his sister and mom to watch chick flicks.


Heather played with my phone durring the movies- and when there is a camera around, there's sure to be one of these pics.

Tuesday we got up bright and early to drive another 4 hours to Savannah. First off, it should be illegal to have to awake so early while on vacation. And second, we realize we are crazy for driving so far after our first long drive. But honestly, after 29 hours of driving, 4 didn't seem too long. Besides, it was worth it. We had lunch with Trevor- David's youngest brother then headed to the beach.



The tunnel of trees and Spanish moss made a beautiful drive to Tybee.


Then to see the landscape change to above picture, well I was getting excited knowing we were so close.


The water was numbingly cold, but felt so good.


We enjoyed the beach, then headed to Riverstreet.


This picture doesn't do it justice. Riverstreet has so many awesome little stores and so much history! I don't know that you can consider rocks pretty, but the cobblestone streets are absolutely gorgeous. We made sure to stop at Riverstreet Sweets to pick up some of the best fudge and prailines in the country. But I think we had the most perfect day ever in Savannah. The image of holding David's hand walking down Riverstreet listening to a man sing 'Georgia' and tasting candy pecans will be filed under 'Most Picturesque Day' in my memory.

Wednesday was spent gathering decorations for B's wedding and visiting with friends. I went visiting with my mom and David went out on his own. That night, we had Nana pizza! Between Nana pizza and Nana cookies alone- our trip was worth it. Yum!

Thursday we hit O'Charley's with my brother.


Don't those nachos just look so delicious? We really need O'Charley's in Arizona. After that, Paul and I hung out.


We hit Stone Mountain and it was totally empty. We walked around and a lot of it was blocked off. It didn't stop us, but the cold and rain did. So a drive we took until it was time for dinner. David and Heather were supposed to cook, but Heather was sick. So David did most of it himself. Bacon wrapped shrimp, garlic steak, broccoli, garlic mashes potatoes, rolls, and both of our families made for a great night.

(Are you tired of reading yet? Sorry, we're almost done.)

Friday I spent with my sisters while David caught up with more friends. We ran around a lot that day and ended up in Peachtree City decorating for the main reason we came out. We were worn out by the time we finished, but we still went to Steak and Shake to meet the old girl-friend I mentioned earlier in this post. While out, we found out David's brother Brett got into town and proposed to his girl-friend. Congrats to Brett and Suzie!

Saturday was the wedding, which deserves it's own post. But in short, it was beautiful.


We enjoyed another night of friends and today we are on our way. We are sad to be leaving, but ready to get back to our own life. Sorry for the long post- we promise to update better in the future.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Arrival!

Sorry for not letting all y'all know we got here safely. We've been a little distracted. But we made it! We made it home! We arrived at 4:00 a.m. yesterday morning and conked out pretty hard. But we got some good rest and were able to visit with a lot of family and friends already.

We're already trying to get our hands on every food that we don't have in Arizona and by the end of this trip will most likely have gained 20 lbs from said good food. You just can't beat southern cooking.

Today we're headed down to Savannah. It is one of our most favorite places in the world. It's so absolutely beautiful you can't help but love it. And for the old lady historian in me, there is plenty of good ol' southern history down there.

We just hit the I-16, so not too much further. Yay! Enjoy the picture below from one of the Georgia rest stops.


Fail!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Quick Hello

As David said, we are in the final stretch and we are just flying by. Alabama is becoming a blur. So while David fills up for gas for the last time before arriving, let me just say,



(waves hello)

Home Stretch

Finally - after 1700 miles and 24 hours of driving, we are finally in Alabama. There is precisely one refueling stop remaining between us and home, so it is now time for the final push. It's my turn to drive, and this will be the last leg of the trip, so that means just one thing:



Let's go home.

Louisiana

Finally!!!! We made it to Louisiana! We beat Texas!




And now we just plan on flying through. We'll try to update, but forgive us if we don't add pics for each state. We need a shower and a real bed so we are going as safely and quickly as the law allows us. We'll let you know when we reach Georgia at the very least.

But we beat Texas!!!!! *Does happy dance!*

Little Over Half-way Stop

We are now leaving our first major stop- Flower Mound, Texas. Random stop you may say, but to us it is now home to some of our most favorite people.

We were sad when our best friends (who also happen to be cousins) moved so far away. But we are so happy that they happened to be on the way to Georgia. We didn't get to stay long, we still have a long drive ahead of us. But it was a welcome stop and now we are feeling refreshed and ready to be home.





(How cute is she?)

The Morning After

Good morning, world! We are still driving, and we did not stop to sleep overnight. The power of beef jerky, granola bars, and Amp should never be doubted, and while the last item in particular is likely to rupture my digestive tract at some point, the bottom line is simply that it worked. We are now just a few miles outside of Abilene, Texas, and therefore just a few hours from our first big stop to see Brittany's cousin and family. Our excitement continues to build and morale is still good.

There have, unfortunately, been casualties along the way, though. This is a hazardous trip, and is certainly not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. The horrors of interstate rest rooms often cannot adequately be described, but perhaps their worst offense comes in the form of a lingering olfactory assault in our vehicle. We happened across one stop somewhere back in the badlands of west Texas where there was no soap in the ladies' room with which to wash hands - Brittany had already thought ahead and purchased some hand sanitizer, but I did not realize until now just what kind it was. Though it pains me to say it, our car - and very likely its occupants - both smell of sweet wild honeysuckle.




I suppose it could be worse, as eau de rest stop is highly unfashionable, but as a man, one loses a certain degree of machismo by having an odor reminiscent of his mother.

The other casualty has been my pants. This particular pair has held up through countless casual Fridays, many a motorcycle ride, and the frequent (and sometimes infrequent) washes that come as a result of being one of two - and later one of one - pairs without holes. As of early yesterday afternoon, this pair finally gave up the ghost as well, splitting completely in one knee and nearly splitting in the other as I packed the car:


Favorite pair of jeans, you will not have split in vain. You will be missed.

And now we are in Abilene. Home stretch to Fort Worth. Almost there!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Daunting

We have now arrived at the most challenging part of the journey: west Texas. This barren, God-forsaken stretch of desolate nothingness was by far the hardest part of our last cross-country trek, and I am now about to take it on again. I once swore that I would not drive West Texas again until I was coming home for good, but here I am breaking my own word. Ah, what else will man give up for the sake of adventure?

And away we go . . .





Leg 1 down


Ahhh... My turn to lay out and rest. After working a full day I insisted on driving the first leg. I knew I would be way too excited to sleep. Also it was requested by several moms that David take the night shift since he does nights way better than I do. But in any case, the next driver is up.

Driving 6 and a half hours and 410 miles wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My back and neck are a little sore, but for someone who gets as restless as I do, I didn't go crazy.

Recently, I watched an episode of Top Gear where they were doing an endurance race. When one driver tires or has to get out, another one takes their place. We are doing just that and I am beginng to have a small idea of what it must have felt like. I think our "race" is a lot more exciting though. At least much better scenery. If our phones could only capture the beauty of seeing Las Cruses from the rest stop above, all lit up. Or the numberless stars we saw at the same stop.

This has been one beautiful adventure so far and we still have a ways to go. I do believe we will be hitting Texas very soon and then we will tackle the hardest part of the trip- West Texas.





(Yes, I am seriously that cold in what would still be considered desert. I am going to freeze in Georgia!)

(And we just hit Texas!)

(Un) Welcome Mat

Well, our first border has been crossed and we are in New Mexico. Oddly, New Mexico has no welcome center over its border. Most states have a glorified rest area shortly after the border to show off why their state is awesome; not New Mexico - apparently their nickname (the Land of Enchantment) is awesome enough that no further information is needed.

Anyway, one state down and six to go. We're well on our way now. It's getting awfully cold now, though.





Good Fortune

Thus saith the Panda:


Panda hath spoken. No matter how hard it tries over the course of 2000 miles, this trip will not kill us.

Movin' Right Along

Location: Just outside Casa Grande, AZ

Miles: 63




We are officially underway. After several weeks of waiting, lots of planning and thinking, we are on the road headed for Georgia. 2000 miles of highway, lots of open, empty space (read: west Texas), and unknown weather conditions lay in our way, but we are ready for the adventure.

We've already cleared Phoenix, are rapidly approaching Casa Grande on I-10 (the one rest area is closed now, apparently), and I've already learned something new despite having been on the road less than an hour. Prepaid Visa cards do not work at gas pumps. In fact, the little buggers freeze up when you try to use them there - a rather emotionless woman on the other end of the 866 number said that when they are swiped at a pump, their balance is instantly frozen for a few days. Seems like false advertising - "Use anywhere Visa is accepted" is not the whole truth, apparently.

Regardless, we have a car full of snacks, plenty of music on our phones and about 8 hours of Top Gear episodes to watch/listen to - we're ready.




Bring on the road.