Cali Go12.22.2001
Or: donut logistics
We set out as early as we could (2 pm) on our journey towards San Francisco. And because it is some kind of weird curse or gease or prophecy, we are transporting donuts. It seems we do this on every road trip. We've driven donuts hundreds of miles, and this trip will be no exception. We have perhaps the largest donut payload ever. I'm also carrying jerky du boeuf, though that probably won't become a habit.
Four hundred something miles later, we almost run out of gas trying to find a gas station open in Myrtle Creek. Just as the car estimates it's got 20 miles or less of gas remaining, assuming 24.4 mpg (only happen on the freeway), we turn the corner and run into a Chevron selling plus at 1.22. When did gas prices suddenly drop? Was it when the military killed a whole bunch of afghans?
We stop at a motel 6 across the street from a neon sign that says "UCK STOP". We watch bad motel TV, and come across a hunting show in which the hosts are wearing safety orange yarmulkes on top of their john deere caps and plug their sponsors with wild abandon.
Because it's not a passion - it's an obsession! -- Camo-Oaks camoflauge netting company promoting unhealthy attitudes
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