Day 21: Lincoln, Ne
The drive along I-80 through Nebraska is enough to make the even strongest, most stable minded individual suicidal. Endless miles of cornfields, broken up only by the occasional overpass or gas station. Ive made the trip 3 or 4 times in my life already, so I was well aware that it was going to be one of the worst parts of the journey. On top of it being hands down the most boring section of the country to drive through, well, it’s equally as boring as Kansas, but, on top of that, the whole state smelled like cow sh*t. Not just a little whiff here and there, it straight up smelled as if there was a cow pie on the bus. For those of you who say that you like the smell of the ‘country air’, you are very sick individuals and I have the number of a great therapist. DM me. After endless hours of enduring the biohazard zone, I lost all hope for Lincoln, Ne.
Yet again, America surprises me. When we touched down in Lincoln and the doors opened for the first time, the very first thing I noticed as a complete lack of ANY putrid smells, organic or industrial. The city was actually very clean. The club was pretty cool too, all the musicians said it had some of the best on stage sound so far on the tour. Even more surprising than that, our resident Mexican food expert, Nate, said that the tacos and salsa at the corner restaurant was by far the best on tour so far…. In Lincoln, Ne. Go figure! We’re on the road, headed to Chicago at the moment. At least there’s hills to look at. And Kum & Go gas stations. My inner teenager is snickering….