US-67 South was a dark lonely road out of Beardstown, and I was nodding off by the time we made thirty miles. Rachael wasn't happy with that development, and begged me to let her drive.
"Just find me a c-store where I can get some killer coffee, and I'll be fine", I explained.
"Twenty miles up the road, there is a Casey's in a little town called White Hall. That will put us at 88 miles on this tank, so we might as well fuel up too."
She had to bump me four or five times to keep my head up, but we arrived safe and sound.

There was a trio of Canadian Drag Weekers down at the end of the lot, so I walked down to see what they were up to.
Matt Blasco looked up from the Dirty Drag Week Dart and smiled, "Are you stalking me?"
"Yeah...maybe! how's it going for you guys?"