Out West - Up North

So, vast suburban churches rolls by while we get closer to the historical plains of Hastings... and my imagination won't take me further away as I find it, for the first time in america, a necessity to keep both hands on the wheel at all times. North California, everyone said from New York to Texas, is the worst place to drive. And it is. It's as much of a new experience as it would be to be driving on the left side of the road. Speed limit 65 means 'get the fuck out of the way' and feeling like slow traffic and keeping to the right equals one wheel in the ditch and the other, with some skill, still on the shoulder.
We have arrived in San Fransisco! From the atlantic to the pacific, east to west. We have seen beautiful mountain passes and desert sunsets. We have driven through ghost towns on route 66 and been waiting our way through I-95 during rush hour. We have broken down in New Jersey and been hit by a truck in San Antonio. We've fixed it. We've come through. And now we have come to the end of it all. The american continent does no longer stretch as an extended highway but as a coastline. South to north this time, so I guess I'm going there - north.

See ya!
/Mark

P.S
I will find the god damned G.E.C.K.!