Day 2: "Let me get my hands on that Jamaican tail...Woman, I will whup your Jamaican kid's behind."

That's a direct quote from a radio talk show we listened to around St. Louis, Mo. The host had listeners call in about mixed race, second marriages and disciplining the spouse's kids. He called today's show the "Let me whip your white kid's behind" hour. Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Connecticut. Other than that, the day pretty much consisted of lots of driving.

We're staying at Hannah Lowe's house near Kansas City for the night (Jeff's psyched), and doing a lot more driving tomorrow, hopefully making it to Colorado.

Three facts from the day:
1. Indianapolis cops suck. The speed limit on I-70 switches from 70 to 55 right outside of the city, and I got caught doing 67. $150 poorer, count it.
2. Missouri is way less geographically boring than either of us thought (side note, we're nerds)
3. Missouri has to have the highest pornography store and fireworks store per capita ratios in the United States.

A few pictures:

The whip.




Nostalgiaville: the first stop on our quest to find dumb shit on the side of the road. It was, well, really dumb. More dumb shit awaits in Kansas.

Why we're screwed: Kevin's Jewish and agnostic.

Very nice!

Just who I want to buy my RV from.

2nd time this guy's screwed by gas prices.

-mcab out