Our jet lagged heads have finally stopped spinning. A very big thank you to all the people that made our road trip so memorable (even a redneck in his pick-up who flipped us a bird for no apparent reason, when we pulled off the interstate for a milkshake. Maybe it was the Californian plate on our rental? My Fargo bowl haircut? Kirk's Bollywood CD that was streaming out the window? I'm still downloading a gzillion photos.
steak and kidney pud pace-car was no problem for Thor. When we turned up at See See in Portland and he wheelied out a pizza trike, we knew Dirt Quake USA would be a good one. BP