Road Warriors Bag a Pyrrhic Victory

Driving till we drop 🚐😵

America is rich with asphalt. So much we possess; we’re overflowing. Our coffers are at capacity, and lacking storage we must leave thousand-mile, hundred-foot thick strips of it basking in the sun, bathing in the rain, unfurled across multiple states. Thank god we do, because driving over mud and bush might make these drives even worse.

Today we’re trundling from Seattle to San Francisco, 808 miles. Our tires are about 88 inches around, which means they’ll rotate 581,760 times, which means that as boring and repetitive as the drive is for us, it’s more boring for the tires. Do tires think, feel, grow weary? Probably not, but you don’t know. You don’t know.

Gotta eat. Gotta get gas. Gotta drive.

Newski and I were on the bench for the first half of the day, and when he got bored he started sending me these:

If you don’t know what this one is referencing, watch this now.

Keith Carne took an airplane to San Francisco to log extra time with WAS ally Brian Bond, and god bless him. We’ll get there eventually. Surely we will. You can’t get “stuck in time,” can you? Like a word fixed on a page?

Right now we’re tearing through “New Miserable Experience” cover to cover, giving the mood a nice bump. We’ll keep our heads high as we plow on through the Oregon dark, straining toward California.