Halfway There

Well, a bit over 400 miles and seven-some hours later, I'm at a Motel 6.  The "high speed" internet here tests out at 2.5 Mbps, but the ping time must be glacial.

Want to know how to tell when you've reached old-farthood?  When you're jazzed to find out that your 400Hp musclecar gets 24.9MPG at a steady 75MPH with a trunk full of ordnance.

Anyway, Reno tomorrow.  See you there, I hope!