I just got back from a roundtrip from Sanibel, Florida to Stilwell, Kansas (just outside KC), with a stop for the weekend in St. Louis, and here’s what I learned along the way:
Illinois is bad, because the speed limit is 65 and IDOT likes to close entire lanes of the interstate for miles to fix one pothole.
Paducah is a scary place.
Nashville just dares you to stay on Interstate 24.
Everyone from Georgia drives like an insane maniac, even when they’re in other states.
The Georgia State Patrol is just there to look good, bless their peachy little hearts.
When you see two cop cars sitting opposite each other in the median, the cops are sharing stories and donuts, and you can drive as fast as you like.
Even though Atlanta has 20-lane freeways, it still has the worst traffic of any city I’ve been to.
No one uses the HOV lane in Atlanta; therefore, Atlanta has many very lonely souls.
One stalled AMC Pacer can bring the above-mentioned 20-lane freeway to a stop, when placed directly downtown.
The exit for my house is 345 miles from the first exit in Florida, which is just way, way too far away. You can drive from Missouri to Illinois to Kentucky to Tennessee in the time it takes you to get from the border to here, and the midwest drive is a more interesting drive to boot.
Best Value Inns are neither a value, nor the best. To be specific, they are moldy ratholes, teetering on the edge of collapse, which cost $90 per night. But the beds are relatively comfortable, which counts the most in the end, I suppose.
If you look ragged, scary and tired enough, no one in an Applebee’s will make eye contact with you.
After two days on the road by yourself, you start speaking in tongues and ranting to plastic toys glued to your dashboard.
If you eat a pizza in a hotel room, followed by a Denny’s Grand Slam for breakfast the next day and fried chicken for dinner, you won’t have to go to the bathroom for days.
Anything you’ve learned?