Road Trip Part 2

Day 2 of the road trip was very lack luster. We left West Memphis Arkansas at about 9am. Arkansas was one of the worst states to drive through. That is until we got to Oklahoma. Oklahoma was just as boring as Arkansas, maybe even worse. So we ended up stopping at a subway in some remote part of Oklahoma, which was across the street from the oldest Wal-Mart in America. We went inside the Wal-Mart for some supplies and those folks were looking at us like we were the first black people to ever step foot in that Wal-Mart. Then I realized that we probably were the first black people to step foot in that Wal-Mart.

After leaving the state of Oklahoma, we entered Texas. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a Redskins fan, so anything that has to do with Dallas and the state of Texas can eat a fat one. Well my cousin is also a Redskins fan so it was only right that we pull over on the side of the road to piss on the state of Texas. Our next stop was at a What A Burger in Amarillo,TX. I don’t usually eat fast food anymore, but back in my college days What A Burger was one of my favorites (and the ketchup they use is the best ketchup ever), so I had to order a double What A Burger with cheese. After dinner, we kept driving until we reached Albuquerque NM and got a hotel room.

Day 3 started in New Mexico and took us into Arizona. So while we were driving through Arizona, we saw signs for the Grand Canyon. After using my trusty Blackberry phone, equipped with Google maps, I realized that the Grand Canyon was only an hour out of the way so we decided to check it out. After driving on a road with a 100 foot drop off and no guard rail, we reached the Grand Canyon. It was cool and I got some good pictures, but I think the bigger of the 2 parks was another hour out of the way. We pull up to the park and notice that there is a toll booth. $25 to see the Grand Canyon? How in the hell are they allowed to make you pay to look at a big ass hole in the ground. That’s like charging $25 to look at the Potomac. But since we had already paid we were like F-it.After we left the Grand Canyon out next stop was Phoenix.

I know people say that desert heat is different and sometimes better than east coast humid heat, but I have to disagree. I stepped out the car at El Pollo Loco in Phoenix, and it felt like a sauna. I thought we had parked next to an open oven. I realized that there is no way I could live in Phoenix. So after we left Phoenix we entered Yuma Arizona where it was 102 degrees at 10:00 pm. 3 hours later we were in San Diego where it was 75 degrees. I don’t know how the temperature changed so drastically in 3 hours, but as hot as it was in Arizona I didn’t care.

San Diego was a cool city. Of course we hit Tijuana where a cab driver offered to take us to see a "donkey show", and little kids were trying to sell everything from Chickletts to necklaces. Tijuana is also where they will pull you into a club, literally grab you by the head and throw a shot of tequilla down your throat. Then charge you $5 for it.

We also ended up going to a San Diego Padres game for $9. I spent more on beer than I did on the damn game. Over all, it was a good trip. That is until I tried to leave San Diego...... To Be Continued..........