Literally, anyway. Figuratively, pretty much did.Trip started off ok. Bit of New York I went through was alright, and Pennsylvania was bland and weirdly hickish (unlike the coastal area, which is just depressing post industrial), but nothing terrible. Ohio was another matter. Ohio is a terrible, terrible place. Depressingly post industrial and determined to turn out of state drivers into sources of revenue. Got my first speeding ticket for driving just as fast as I would during the day. Next few states weren't memorable, but nothing bad happened. Indiana was bland, but nothing bad. Illinois wasn't much fun around Chicago, but farther out, it's actually kind of pretty. Then I got to Iowa, and my engine cracked a piston rod. Spent the night stranded at a rest stop, then spent the day trying not to get fucked by the local Nissan dealership. By the end of the day, I'd run my mobile bill up $150 in overages, gotten a rental, and sold my car for scrap. Good times! Pushed on to Nebraska that night, which was pretty terrible, and fell asleep at a rest stop on the Colorado border. Drove into Colorado, which was quite beautiful in places, and pushed on through Utah (which was actually also beautiful in places), and made it as far as Arizona (which is most fucking not beautiful in any places). Then fell asleep at the side of a road somewhere in Arizona. Not sure why, exactly, I decided to take advice to see the grand canyon, especially after how terrible the trip had gone so far, but I did. Woke up, drove to the grand canyon, paid the $25 entrance fee, and was summarily unmoved by its majesty. Big brown hole in the ground was impressive, but not exactly pretty, and not worth the entrance fee or the money and time out of my way. Kept on through the rest of Arizona, where I discovered small town American on Route 66: the only place you'll find a depressed local economy completely dependant on $3.60/gallon gas. Turned right back around and got my ass back on I40. Kept on through the rest of the day, and closer to the California border, Arizona has apparently discovered sane gas prices and cell phones. From there, ignored speed limits into Barstow (where the drugs started to kick in), then did about the same and headed towards LA and into Orange County. And that was where I discovered that the person I was originally going to be staying with had apparently changed her mind, and I really can't stay here for very long without wondering if my stuff's going to get thrown out the window. So, I have a rental car, a speeding ticket for a car that no longer exists, and no place to stay for very long. Called basically everyone I knew, and the one guy I knew out here isn't really in a position to help me. A friend at Stanford said I could probably crash with him indefinitely, and I know one guy in LA that I might meet tomorrow. If Stanford/Palo Alto doesn't work out, I'm very seriously considering turning around and driving back to Connecticut, where I'll either try school there or finally join up (hoorah, etc). If I disappear again after today, well, more of the same. Ohio sucks. Internal combustion sucks. California sucks. 'Merica sucks.