Lessons From The Road
Last week we drove from Indy to Greenville, Greenville to Knoxville, Knoxville to Greenville, Greenville to Charleston, Charleston to Greenville, and finally Greenville to Indy. With that much time in the car, you’re bound to learn a thing or two.
Whitener. Not creamer. Whitener.
Putting lotion on your hands while you’re the one driving is a lot harder than it sounds.
Unless you’re traveling with a toilet, Jimmy Johns will trump Qdoba for a lunch stop every time.
Just your average leisurely stroll that starts with landing a plane in the middle of the park, walking 34 1/2 miles, and then resting up in bunk bed hammocks before your Abercrombie photo shoot.
Beck is not so much a band as a solo artist.
There is a Starbucks on every corner in every part of the world except Tennessee.
You know the 90s are over when the neighbor’s tube TV sits on the curb for 5 days.
Tiny cars are driven by ridiculously tall people.
Kentucky: where even the BMW drivers pump gas barefoot.
After 10 days of pure stress, there’s not a lot of room left for pride.
10 days on the road turns your sad baby apartment into something even Disney World can’t rival.
Soybeans, Too 