Tennessee to Arkansas to Oklahoma to Texas.
2 Sonic stops.
First phone call to Dad.
Long haul yesterday all on I-40! We had another beautiful travel day and minimal mishaps. It was officially Dillo Day; we saw 29 dead dillos on the side of 40. We’re also down to 4 states left on the license plate game. We also saw some (captive) buffalo and the hometown of Carrie Underwood.
I had high hopes for my recovery run in Amarillo as the Rock Creek bike path ran right behind our hotel. I failed to think about how far west we were, however, and woke to a completely dark city at 5:30. I have a rest day this week so I lifted instead. I knew I’d need some mental flexibility on this trip and am just grateful to have gotten any activity in.
Then there was that first call to Dad. Suzanne and I are lucky to have a Dad who has done everything for us our entire lives but it leaves us utterly unprepared for anything car related. This morning, Suzanne learned that the dipstick hole isn’t the same place that motor oil goes, which induced a call to Dad. He was impressed any oil went IN the dipstick hole then told us to just drive. We only smoked for a few minutes…
On our way out of Amarillo, we stopped at Cadillac Ranch. If you ever find yourself on 40, it’s highly recommended. The story goes that a local man bought a new Cadillac that turned out to be a lemon. When the dealership wouldn’t take it back, he buried it along the highway in protest. There are now 10 buried Cadillacs and people bring spray paint to decorate the cars. True living art!
Onward to Scottsdale!