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Published: August 26th 2017
I15
Basking in 80 mph glory
We left Coeur d’Alene with the longest single day drive on our trip ahead of us, roughly 1200km. Our day got off to a rocky start. We got onto the freeway following a large truck. Our lane was soon forced to take an exit ramp but by the time I realized this there was now a single solid white line separating our lane from the adjacent one. Like a polite Canadian motorist I signalled and shoulder-checked before changing over so I could continue on my merry way down the interstate. There was nobody behind us but there was a state trooper lying in wait at that same forced off ramp. Long story short I got a US$90 ticket for crossing a solid line like a hardened criminal. Should have played up the “out of town tourist” card a little harder I guess. She at least thanked us for wearing our seatbelts. I also got two new rock chips in my windshield (which is still the same one from the factory I will add). Truly a tragedy.
It of course wasn’t all bad out on the freeway. The interstate was
Ken Driving
Forest fires in the distance delightful to drive on with its 80 mph speed limit and lack of disappearing lanes (the subject of my ticket notwithstanding). Traffic was light and for the most part the sights and passing scenery offered some mild entertainment. We passed an older couple on a motor-tricycle and the man driving had no helmet, an orange shirt, jeans, and a strap around his mouth. When I say strap I’m talking like “help kidnappers have taped my mouth shut”. I guess he didn’t want bugs in his mouth. Our GPS committed suicide a few times by flinging itself off the windshield. In retrospect, we probably didn’t need it up there whole drive with it saying “In 600 km, keep left”. We were perplexed by American road construction practices but not enough for me to write about it any further.
The Salt Lake City area is much bigger than I imagined. Our final drive into Provo was on an 8 lane freeway complete with toll/car pool lane. Supposedly the greater metropolitan area population is 1 million, but I suspect its way more than that. If I’m honest I’ve never wanted to get out of my car more than I did during that
Dinner
Nom nom nom final hour of driving. For dinner we went to Barasa Mexican Grill where I had a delightful chicken burrito. Ken put it best: “I would not drive 12 hours for this but after driving 12 hours this is immensely satisfying.” Right you are Ken.
I will close with today's winners of the RV game, which were "Anal Bounder", "Imagine Anal",and "Anal Storm". Also of note were "Anal Attitude", "Anal Raptor" and "Dutch Anal Star". Don't touch that dial! We'll be back with more anal recreational vehicle humor tomorrow at this same time.
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