Way to go, and go, and go...

Trip Start Sep 22, 2008
Trip End Sep 30, 2008

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Brandon's house

Flag of United States  , Oklahoma
Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Day 1: I-35 is long.

A road trip has several advantages over flying:

1) more opportunities to eat at a Waffle House
2) a chance to study which home state asshole drivers originate from (psst, I think it's Minnesota)
3) the ability to set your own pace.

This last one is cool because you get a flavor of just who you're traveling with, and what type of group identity y'all have. For instance, on Day 1 we learned we were the type of people who would contact a woman through Craig's List in Austin for the purpose of living in a trailer in her backyard.

Knowing this, we set out Monday morning from Minneapolis. This year we've decided to bring bikes with us to Texas, so we wouldn't have to walk the whole rediculous 2 miles back downtown at the end of each day of the concert, and also because cabs are expensive, generally. However, the bike rack we have is one that jutts out the back of the car like a dragon's tail, and will wobble and twist sickenly with every bump and lane change, as if all our bikes may just fall off into the traffic behind us. Stranger still, the bike tires all spin in the wind, giving the driver texas sence that some phantom cyclist is in your rear view mirror, booking it at, like, 80 mph. Strange stuff.

Road trips always remind me that, yes, everything is bigger in Texas, except that nowhere else than in the upper Midwest can you find oversized, completly worthless statues of everyday items at every road-side gas station. And so here, witness, for no good reason mind you, a giant fish at a random gas station in Iowa. Does Iowa even have fish?

So we drove to Day 1's goal, Norman, Oklahoma, and along the way samples many delicious snacks from a variety of distinct gas stations, most of which was probably of dubious nutritional value. I did meet my goal of drinking water, though that was easily surpassed by the amount of Dr. Pepper I drank, so that's not saying much.

When we rolled I to our destination, we ate a pizza and went to sleep, because a day with 14 hrs of driving is a day you kind of want to close the book on as soon as possible, right? And with that, I let visions of giant fiberglass fish dance in my head.

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