The common stereotype of the polite, restrained midwesterner entirely breaks down in a little sliver of insanity called Lincoln, Nebraska. All the people have the reserved countenance and robustness of the God-fearing flatlander, yet that only serves to hide the real truth: These people are nuts. Is it football? is it…
Almost exactly five years ago, I named Carhenge as one of the top ten American automotive pilgrimages. Of course, I'd never been. I've finally rectified this oversight and I can tell you with confidence that if you're in western Nebraska you must visit.
Leaving Old Faithful I was prepared or an easy drive out of the Rockies and into Wyoming's famous ranch land. Alas, I had one more stretch of America's purple mountain's majesty left that my Gulf Coast mind was not prepared for.
This will be a short post as I have the second longest day of the trip behind me, and the longest ahead of me. I have many stories to tell, but just a quick note about Bear Lake on the Utah/Idaho border. I didn't know it existed. It's glorious.
Initially, my canned response when anyone complimented the Audi R8 I'm driving cross-country was "thanks, I wish it was mine." Now I'm just happy to say thanks. It saves time as everyone compliments the car.
In describing the climate of Las Vegas, people tend to lean on the cliché "it's a dry heat." I assume if they had built this city on the sun, they'd describe it as a "bright heat." So how did the Audi R8 I'm campaigning across the U.S. hold up in 112 degree "dry" heat?
I'll soon be driving cross-country in an Audi R8 convertible which, while glamorous, has a tiny trunk up front (a frunk). This presents a challenge a lot of people have: How to fit a vacation's worth of necessities in one bag? Here's how I do it.
As I mentioned yesterday, I've been Editor-in-Chief for a year. In light of that, I'm taking a week off to drive an Audi R8 Spyder from Los Angeles to D.C. Here's a general outline of the path I'm taking, where should I stop along the way?