Thoughts From a Road Trip

coolest town name in missouri: cooter.

my bladder is about the size of a quarter. i stopped on the hour, if not more often, for most of the drive back.
1 - 1:07 p.m.
2 - 2:02 p.m.
3 - 3:05 p.m.
4 - 4:10 p.m.
5 - 6:05 p.m.
6 - 7:12 p.m.

i have an irrational fear for truckers and the slim but real possibility of their getting stuck under an overpass. then i picture a huge car pileup as everyone driving along normally behind this ill-fated truck slam into the back of it as it is wedged under the overpass in the middle of nowhere, missouri. scary thought.

several places in missouri, largely on I-70, there exists a smell for the period of a couple miles. this smell is pervasive and quite strong. it is the smell of beef jerky. i am not sure if the beef jerky plants of the world are located in missouri, but it certainly smells like it. it does not help that i rather enjoy beef jerky. i end up craving it on every trip to memphis. not the healthiest pattern to fall in to.