Today, Zoo and I turned over 4,751 miles on the odometer. What's the significance? Well, when you subtract the distance between where we each live, it equals the mileage on the truck when we rented in in Denver only seven days ago.
Zoo Says: Driving Cross Country Without having to touch New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, and any of the south is cool.
Zoo Broker lives in San Francisco, I live in Dobbs Ferry, NY.
The distance between our homes is 2,926 miles.
And guess what? You can't make this shit up. It happened on this road:
Later on when the Vimeo movie time-lapse is up, you can see where we get out of the car and do a little victory dance. We just drove the equivalent of going from California to New York. Awe-some.
I think I remember Zoo shouting something like, "Top of the world!"
Zoo Says: Um, the quote is "I'm the King of The World", but I didn't even say that. I said, "Do I look fat up here?"
But seriously, you can't do this kind of thing with just anyone. Why would you? Good friends with an open mind and a lust for the open road and the new experiences that come along with that are paramount on a journey like this.