…the prospect of sleeping in the backseat of a Ford FYadda50 doesn’t even phase you:
Though the “morning after” experience is not nearly as glamourous as one might imagine.
As you may know, Poor Kyle and I are seasoned road-trippers. We’ve bunked out in the truck on more than one occasion, and I was looking forward to avoiding such a feat this trip. I had the promise of a luxurious hotel in Pasco, Washington, but yesterday’s 5.5 hour delay made reaching Pasco an impossible goal. So, instead of my favourite hotel with the good shampoo and delicious bedding, I got to sleep in a truck {which looks roomy until you’re trying to complete a REM cycle, and then it’s kind of like wouldn’t it be better to just amputate my legs below the knees because then at least I could stretch out? They’re doing amazing things with prosthetics these days}. And now, anywhere I have a joint, I also have an accompanying crick, which makes the second day of driving sort of painful. And by painful I mean nothing short of hard liquor could make this bearable.
…Hope the hat was worth it.
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