Life Is A Road Trip

The Amazing Adventures of a Zoobroker and a Sentiographer

Gods of the Road Trip: Let Omaha Be Kind To Us!

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Okay, my flight landed without a hitch, Spammer picked me up and we're GONE. Vancouver got killed as the rental car couldn't enter Canadia [sic] and the train schedule would have eaten up 36 hours. Ugh. So Spammer left it to chance and played pin the tail on the map. We headed west.

I've been to Omaha a few times in my life, for work (the Henry Doorly Zoo is a big customer), and I've had some incredible fun here, between seeing Bright Eyes at the Sokol Underground and the seemingly endless stream of Creighton lasses ...

But I'm skipping ahead (you can too and just watch the timelapse below). We headed out of Denver, and Spammer realizes that he hasn't added me as a driver to the rental car. Oops. Next rental location? Lincoln, Nebraska, 500 miles away. Oops. We're not turning back. This is a road trip. There's no crying in road trips. There's just Spammer driving almost 600 miles by his lonesome.

I did try my hand at riding the local fauna but before you know it, we've crossed the border into the plains ...

There's so much more to say, but we're under the gun and there's a bachelorette with my name written all over her.

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Here's the driving vid:

Denver to Omaha in Four Minutes from Sir Arthur SpamZalot on Vimeo.