It's 6:16 p.m. on day two.
We've been in the car for eight hours.
We have another two to go.
My tush feels like hamburger meat.
I was unbelievably excited at the beginning of this great adventure. I imagined this trip would play out like a classic American movie...two best friends, a cross-country trip, visiting fascinating destinations and meeting interesting people. But I soon realized that there's a big part Hollywood never tells us about—the driving.
The monotonous, tedious, mind-numbing driving.
And it is still only day two! We have nine more days...216 hours...12,960 minutes to go. Ouch.
You get the picture.