We have crossed out of Wisconsin, shortly before our first stop at the side of the road. Fun fact: RV's can actually expand on the side, and The Architect demonstrated that for us before we left her driveway. Not as fun fact: the side probably shouldn't be out while you're driving, but it was still out a few inches before some guys with tattoos in a truck pulled up alongside and told us to roll down the window.
So, thanks Tattooed Guys in a Truck. Much respeck.
We pulled off to the side of the road and got that taken care of, somewhere between Rockford and the rest of Illinois. Fast Times has napped. Road Rage tried but instead found himself in the captain's chair trying to ward off his queasy nature. Whine and Die remains at the wheel, blasting tunes such as Hugo cover of "99 Problems (But a Bitch Ain't One)."
The current landscape: cornfields. Occasional pasture of cows.
We're coming for you, Bruce.
1 comment:
The Bruce is ever elusive.............
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