Flying J #1, Cannonsburg, KY

from last night:
Four point one dark miles from I-79, the Country Club Motor Lodge stands watchful guard over a seldom-traveled, five-way intersection in Fairmont, WV. It's $4 cheaper than the Red Roof Inn down the road, and looks a little like one of those awful L.A. apartment complexes that show up in your film noir of the 40s. Note that I did not italicize any of the letters in noir.

Rundown of day:

• Brave urban atrocities like Queens Boulevard, the BQE, the Manhattan Bridge, Canal Street, the Holland Tunnel, and Newark's Pulaski Skyway (perhaps the most horrifying urban thoroughfare in existence). Cross boring suburban NJ.
  
• Explore Allentown in fruitless search for the CEMENT INDUSTRY MUSEUM, a red dot on our map that we couldn't find in real life.
  
• Eat in nameless, signless downtown Allentown diner where waitresses have names tattooed on the sides of their necks and say FUCK every 20 seconds.
  
• Drive through farm country and pass many trucks.
  
• Stop in Cumberland, Maryland Panhandle, for gas and food. Get cursed out by thugged out thug in rural gas station. Give money to PepsiCo at Taco Bell. Watch big coal trains roll by.
  
• Dodge speeding, lane-changing tractor-trailers laden with Long Island trash on WV highways, confirming the unfortunate and depressing fact that everywhere is the suburb of New York's suburbs.
  
• Discover Robot Chicken.