drivin' cross indiana
Inevitable traffic jams in Indianapolis. Hicks in raised pickups willing to tailgate you at 85 mph to indicate their displeasure with your staid, conservative driving. Some of the ugliest scenery on the planet once you get north of about Valparaiso. Filthtastic gas stations and truck stops that actually don't stock bottled water.
When I got to Chicago, I drank a very tall Jack and Coke that Howie graciously provided me, and then I thought for a long time about whether trying to get back to Ohio without going through Indiana would delay things too much. Going through Canada shouldn't take more than an extra thirty-six hours or so, right?
When I got to Chicago, I drank a very tall Jack and Coke that Howie graciously provided me, and then I thought for a long time about whether trying to get back to Ohio without going through Indiana would delay things too much. Going through Canada shouldn't take more than an extra thirty-six hours or so, right?