Good morning, Nebraska



Starbucks, coffee cake, a despondent Air Force One and a perky Fast Times. This is morning in middle America.



The sun has risen and so have Road Rage and Michigan Left, probably to the chagrin of the rest of those in the RV, since we were fortunate enough to score prime napper's real state above the driver's cabin. Whine and Die is back at the wheel with Road Rage in the captain's chair, re-living the good old days (also known as the first few hours of the RV voyage).

Fast Times did her part, getting us halfway between Omaha and Denver. We have about five hours and 340 miles left between us and The Bruce. I know he can sense our encroaching presence.

Everyone seems refreshed after a Starbucks run in North Platte. Still nowhere in America has motion-sickness medicine.

Also, Air Force One has demonstrated another of his various talents when not saving the nation -- he makes a mean coffee cake. Fast Times was dishing it out to accompany our various caffeinated beverages. We need to be properly hydrated (with sugar and caffeine) to properly chase The Bruce.