Austin, Texas to Little Rock, Arkansas: 504 miles. A good day’s drive. And now at a Comfort Inn (whose logo looks a lot like the AT&T logo, which Burnie Burns, at a talk at SXSW suggested looked like Darth Vader’s Death Star.) See the picture on my plastic keycard:
We’re five blocks from President Clinton’s library, which is not known as his library, but as a Presidential Center. We may make a drive by in the morning. Driving in my dad’s car which he recently bought used and all morning I was looking through the owner’s manual trying to find out how big the gasoline tank is. That information is not available in the manual. Which bothers me a lot. I just want to know how many gallons it is. Now, on the one hand it doesn’t matter the actual number, since we always know the relative amount of the fuel in the tank: it’s half-way down; there’s only a quarter of a tank left, we better stop. Still, I want to know the absoute number, and why isn’t that number in the manual? So, at this point the only I’m going to be able to determine the number of gallons in the tank is to run that baby dry. And that’s not too convenient. Running out of gas on the shoulder of our American interstate system. Still you don’t know how big the tank is until you fill it up with fuel. Oh hell, who’s going to do that?
And to add to our driving enjoyment I’ve spent the evening at Comfort Inn (free WiFi!) downloading Willie Nelson music from iTunes and burning it to a disc so we can listen to it tomorrow. Road trips are not anything like they used to be. Life is so modern.