Damn this road is boring. I'm leaving a crappy hotel and taking the 10 down in a south easterly direction. It's mile and miles of nothing. Occasionally you have a rock - and that's considered "scenery".
But we are making good time and laughing about how land is probably pretty cheap out here. Perhaps it would be easy to own land near the giant natural hill that is shaped like... oh, Idunno... something.
Hours and hours of nothing, cars being towed are an occasional break. This thing has seen better years.
The debate between San Antonio for the evening and Austin is quickly settled when I mention that Austin has Four Seasons. After last nights hotel, my co-pilots are thrilled to have a comfy plush bed.
For the record, I love Austin. Mucho. The people, the food, the music, the vibe. So I take them to two bbq places - both closed for corporate events.
We end up at a steakhouse, and after a couple manhattans, we walk back through the town and pass out.
Good morning. It's the fourth day of this trip, the car is parked right in front, the garage was too low.
It's off to the wedding at a private ranch. We are there for the rest of the day, the following day, and we are leaving at dark thirty the next morning.
Day 6. 4:00 am. And we are on the road back to Albuquerque. Also through west texas.
Its boring. And there is not much here either other than empty main streets and rusted cars for sale.
Ballinger. Sweetwater. Snyder. Lubbock. Clovis. Fort Sumner. Santa Rosa.
And now we are on Hwy 40. Seriously. There's nothing along the way but birds and sky. Maybe that's a good thing.
Tomorrow we are looking for the heart of Route 66.
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