No racist references, thankyouverymuch.

Seven hours of driving in four seasons: Bright sunshine, driving rain, hail, and snow.

I’m just glad to be home. Toward the end I was in the zone, just driving along, and I got to a piece of fresh concrete bridge on 90.

I had just gotten to the edge of the Gary Aromasphere- you know, the point at which you can smell the open sewage smell? And the tail end of the truck did a hard left turn and I was looking at the broadside of a semi in the eastbound lane. And then the back tires hit (relatively) dry pavement and barked a bit, and straightened out, and I drove the remaining 25 miles in a state of heightened alertness.

Took five or six minutes to pry the exploder seat cushion from within my tightly clenched buttocks.