Fuck you very much, Texas.

Well, that cherry finally got popped. Day 2 has introduced us to the fine folks of the Texas State Police. Officer Happypants here sat back and waited for us to pass a truck and pulled Captain Chaos over. You know it’s a money grab when the whole stop takes literally 2 1/2 minutes, and consisted of swiping the DL, printing the ticket, and wishing us a nice trip. Dick. Have a nice trip? Try not to trip on your way back to your car.

Fucking Texas.

Aaaaaaanyways, we have learned an important thing here. Adrian, er, Captain Chaos is apparently a white male. Who knew?!

After hitting the wall last night, and not wanting it to get even later when we crossed into the Central time zone, we called it quits in Santa Rosa, NM, just short of Texas. If you’ve seen the movie “Cars”, you’ve seen Santa Rosa. The town that progress forgot. Shops closed, neon lights burned out, one blinking stop light, and not a car in sight. Just a bunch of traveler hotels.

The cats took the stop well. La Quinta was pet friendly, so there was no cat smuggling. This morning I (JJ), scraped the ice off the PussyWagon, we warmed her up, turned Gwyneth on, and hit the road at a fairly reasonable hour.

O-H-I-O or bust.

JJ