About an hour from now the final member of The Three Amigos Wandering Down South Epic MiniPalooza should be stumbling into his house on the Cape, sleep deprived and swearing to himself he'll never get in a car again.
What started at 12 noon last Thursday ends tonight at about midnight; we had traffic jams, thunderstorms of biblical proportions, great friends, baseball, and 3 guys busting each others chops across several states in the way that only 3 guys trapped in a car for hours on end can do.
Josh is planning on writing a series of posts about the trip and Jr is going to guest write his own post here once he emerges from his Rip Van Winkleish sleep sometime next week, so I'm just going to leave it at this for now.
If you can go on a 5 day road trip with 3 guys crammed in a GTI with the oldest being 40, the youngest being 25 with one smack dab in the middle and you don't end up killing one another?
I'd say you've got yourself a Gang.
Had a blast, fellas. And I can't wait to do it again sometime soon.