It was three weeks total, not two. It was brutally hot and then brutally cold. There were date shakes in Dateland, pie slices in Pie Town, and a six-pound steak in Texas served on a cow-print tablecloth—that one, thankfully, to someone else. There were dismal cups of coffee, and not a lot of vegetables. Dear Roadside America: Where are the vegetables?
San Francisco to Madison, via Yuma, Ariz. (see the map): I made it. So did my Honda Shadow, Bee-Sting Betty. Both happy and quite a bit the worse for wear. Now I rest, but soon it will be time for Show and Tell. Yes, I know it’s mission creep to step this blog outside Madison a couple of thousand miles—but just wait until you see the menu from the Big Texan Steakranch. And the darling little Texas toothpick-flag they put in the jalapeno peppers down there. Oh boy.