Volkswagen used to have an advertising slogan that went something like this: "On the road of life, there are passengers and there are drivers. Drivers wanted."
I admit to being the world's worst passenger, and Jerry isn't much better, and we both enjoy driving (And being in control?). It doesn't help my nerves that he is a super-aggressive, tail-gating driver, and it seems to annoy him that as a driver I'm way more cautious and, let's face it, practically perfect.
So the next six days on the road through California in a rental Toyota Prius should be interesting.
Today we face about 8 hours of taking turns driving, ending up at the Pacific Ocean, staying somewhere near Carmel.
In a few minutes, we once again check out of Las Vegas. Three nights here is plenty, but then before long I'm anxious to get back. Some people have their lake cabins or boats or other vacation homes as their escape. I have Vegas, that symbol of capitalistic excess that politically I might find obnoxious but in my heart of hearts I love. I guess that I'm more American than I like to admit.
California, here we come!