We have been a single-car family in Los Angeles for almost five years, and if you know anything about being American and/or being in Los Angeles, you’ll recognize that as a feat of superhuman deprivation. By living in one of the few parts of town that allows for any sort of walking – and juggling our schedules like mad – we’ve pulled it off, but I’m here to tell you I’m throwin’ in the towel.
I finally began to feel extra trapped, you know… “fettered”… “bridled”, as it were. I need to exercise my god-given right as an erect phallus of Americanism to drive myself to Alaska at a moment’s notice. Not that I will, mind you, but I gotta have the option.
And so I’m driving our hybrid Ford Escape from upstate New York to California, starting right after Thanksgiving. I’m thinking of going this route, plus-or-minus 250 miles in either direction:
I’m pretty set on watching my beloved North Carolina Tar Heels play Illinois in Champaign, IL on November 30, so that’s a start. I want to see my brother Kent in Iowa City, The Chipper in Wichita. Will I be driving near any of you, or do you have suggestions? I’ve done this trip about 27 times, but always open to uprooting the tedium that accompanies our nation’s bloated midsection!