Some one decided we should do a journal of the trip together, and I got stuck with the first entry. And let me tell you: First day blues. Luck not be a lady tonight. Not with us. Instead, she was in the form of an overweight mechanic with two first names. Billy Joe or Billy Bob. I forget, but it was something that didn’t require deodorant, that much I know. We barely got into Pennsylvania yesterday and we broke down. I’m not going to name any names, but Johnny was driving and maybe if he had paid attention and noticed the car was overheating we wouldn’t have been stuck in God-knows-where-ville for 10 hours while Billy what’s-his-face got a little too friendly with me. Spanner said he gave the guy my number for when we got back, and I’m not really sure if he was joking or not. Something about that kid I don’t trust. So after 6 long hours of never ending Pennsylvania and like 15 minutes of West Virginia…what the hell is that all about, by the way? Who designs these states to look like this? If any part of a state only takes 15 mins to drive through, it doesn’t count as part of that state, if you ask me. It should be like… a purgatory where all the dead goldfish who got flushed down the toilet go to wait. But only for 15 minutes of course. Oh yeah, Ohio looks awesome. Nothing like home at all. So large and…well… flat. But the sunsets! Magnificent! ONWARD HO!