In a couple of days time things are going to go a bit quiet from me, except for my waistband, which will be straining to the point of collapse. You see, I won’t be blogging, I’ll be roadtrippin’, in the US of A. America. Land of the free, home of the brave.
Me and my boy are going to eat our way around the East Coast, stopping for cheese-steaks in Philly, meatloaf in Washington, liquor and scrapple in Baltimore, lobster rolls in Cape Cod, noodles in NY’s chinatown, a bite of the big apple, and as many Dairy Queens and Taco Bells as we can before we need to don a muu-muu. I am sated just thinking about it. Phew.
I have been getting giddy about stopping in roadside diners for a malt and a burger for months now – see Retroroadmap for an idea of what I’m talking about – and I am sure it will be as ace as I imagine. I will be sure to reveal my grease-stained adventures when I return. Until then howdy partners and later dudes as the locals will like to say, maybe. Yup.