The idea was this: Drive one really long day, and we'll get within easy reach of Springfield, which we were to arrive in on Saturday. So Vivian drove all day, and then, since I'm a night person and don't mind driving late, for me was left the Witching Hours.
We plunged deep into the Heart of Kansas, possibly the only state more interesting to see at night than in the day (sorry, Bob, easy dig). I wanted to make it to Salina, on the plains, at the crossroads, but it was too much. I was too tired. Must...keep...going.
Probably I should have stopped in Russell, Kansas, birthplace of, yes, Bob Dole. And that's not all. I think the sign said Arlen Specter was born there, too. Shit! What's in the water there? I bet there was a large bronze cast of Bob Dole in the motel lobby. But, damn it, we didn't stop.
Because Bob Dole doesn't quit. Bob Dole keeps on going, until the job is done. So Bob Dole kept on driving, all the way to Salina, which we lolled into at 3am.
We stopped at the Salina Inn, as advertised. No vacancy. Motel 6, no vacancy, and, by the way, the Days Inn across the street is full, too. Two other places, full. Finally we found a place that had cancellations and laid our weary heads to rest. It's a happening Friday night (yes, it's still that same Friday) in Salina.
But we made it, all the way! Guess the Viagra is working, Bob!
Miles: 4388
Posted by yozhik at July 19, 2003 12:21 PM