Westen währt am längsten!

That’s right, chilluns. America’s least respected continental time zone is getting another unAikxpected visit. I rocked a 1 a.m.-straight-to-3 p.m. roadie to Gallup, N.M. overnight and now I can’t fall asleep. Half of that commute from Austin was spent in Cedar Park waiting for a light on the free part of 183 to turn green. They’re supposed to have working sensors that time of night, right? Another car pulled up and got similarly pissed so I stormed out of my vehicle and hit the button on the crosswalk, and yes it did take me 10 minutes to think of doing that. I don’t run red lights in Williamson County. You know how those guys are.

I can also see how I failed physical science in college because I thought snow melted when it’s 55 degrees outside. Not the case. Shows I better stick to taking advantage of bottomed-out gas prices and finding unintentionally inappropriate signs to take pictures of. I’m heading to Phoenix tomorrow for Fiesta Bowl festivities, and I promise I’ll have plenty more recounts of my trek through Northern Arizona to hand out like government cheese. I will take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints and kill nothing but a sixer or two of road sodas in the process. Loveyoubye