After lunch, I was at the wheel. And yes, I got a little too much sun at the soccer game!




We passed this Ford SUV about 5 times on one stretch of highway, as the driver, a young woman talking on her cellphone, kept speeding up and slowing down (we were on cruise control, so I know it wasn't our fault). The duct-taped Indiana licence plate was a dead giveaway every time we saw her.




How can you not stop at a place called Ashtabula?




They must have known what they were doing when they named this chain of truck stops.

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