Pit Stop. Turns out, the Mustang's gas mileage is not as economical as originally advertised by the dealer.
Praying Mantis praying it would find its way out of the midwest.
Why Nebraska? Why?
Attempting to blend in with the locals. It didn't pan out. There's no place for us Yanks in the midwest.
Cactus in Colorado? Okay.
Taking a break in the middle of nowhere. No, really. The middle of nowhere.
Sunset a.k.a. ball of fire about to consume the earth.
The Rockies. We passed through them at night. This is our only photographic evidence.
D.J. meet desert climate. Desert climate, D.J.
Utah, Arizona or Nevada ? It's all kind of a blur. We think Arizona, but are unable to confirm.
The Mustang in front of world's largest thermometer.
Brian and Brittany's reaction after they find out we stopped to take a picture of the Mustang in front of the world's largest thermometer.
We got off of 15 at the Zzyzx Road exit. It was paved for about a quarter of a mile.
Brian being left in the middle of the desert.
Bum sleeping in front of Caesar's Palace.
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"Part paved and part dirt". We've tried a few rural roads like that. The pavement usually ends very quickly. That never stops Dad from driving on them anyway - ex. "Hole in the Rock Road". That was the one where the door fell off of the Chevy Blazer.
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