Before I left the UK, one of my work colleagues asked me what the trip was like between St. Louis and Chicago. I paused and replied, "Oh, it's about five hours on very flat roads. It's the kind of journey that makes you dream about futuristic travel where one might be able to sleep the whole way while the car's on auto-pilot". He laughed.
We hit a pretty bad traffic accident that added a few hours to our journey yesterday. By the time we got home, I was over my need to drive again.
I think K summed it up mid-way on Interstate 55 when she looked out the window and said, "That's a lot of corn".
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