Zen and the art of highway upkeep
Over the summer, my good buddy and I realized that we were both exhibiting symptoms of acute wanderlust. It was no wonder. She hadn't seen an ocean since toddlerhood, and I had never ventured more westerly than St. Louis. It seemed the only treatment for our condition was to hop in her Daewoo and head for the American West. So, off we went, bright-eyed and brave, determined to start curing our Indiana girl naivety.

