The “Trip A” odometer on the Avalanche read 3,449 when I pulled into my neighborhood. Right before rolling up into my driveway, it flipped one final number. 3,450 miles. That’s a lot of miles.<\/p>\n

As always, the drive from my house to the destination was enjoyable. I stayed in hotels, stopped and browsed at antique malls, and met up with various online friends of mine along the route. As usual, the drive home was brutal. I slept in my truck, drank copious amounts of coffee, and held my speed at somewhere between 15-20mph over posted speed limits in an attempt to get home as quickly as possible. <\/p>\n

In those 3,450 miles I drove through thirteen states: Oklahoma, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, Delaware, Virginia, Tennessee, and Arkansas. (I also whizzed through D.C., but it’s not a state.) That’s 26% of our country’s states in one road trip. For a while I tried to take pictures of each sign I saw welcoming me to a new state, but there were so many that I missed some. My favorite road sign were the ones in D.C. that announced their “Aggressive Driver Imaging System” was in use. I’m not exactly sure what that entails, but I put on my sunglasses, flipped down my sun visor, pulled my baseball cap down low and the collar of my shirt up (like that<\/i> wouldn’t get their attention …). Dad said it would be funny to drive through the beltway wearing a pair of fake glasses with a nose attached to them (Mason calls them “wocka-wocka” glasses). I remember years ago people spouting statistics like, “the average person is recorded on camera seven times a day.” I suspect in the no-so-far future people would say, “the average person is being recorded on camera all the time,” especially if they live in Chicago<\/a>, and will talk wistfully about the old days when people were “only” being recorded seven times a day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The “Trip A” odometer on the Avalanche read 3,449 when I pulled into my neighborhood. Right before rolling up into my driveway, it flipped one final number. 3,450 miles. That’s a lot of miles. As always, the drive from my house to the destination was enjoyable. I stayed in hotels, stopped and browsed at antique malls, and met up with various online friends of mine along the route. As usual, the drive home was brutal. I slept in my truck, drank copious amounts of coffee, and held my speed at somewhere between 15-20mph over posted speed limits in an attempt… (read more)<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1365"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1365\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robohara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}