We're about 12 miles shy of time station 3 in Blythe, CA. It's great that Rob is coming through here in the dead of night, since it is expected to be about 110 degrees during the day on Thursday.
He is just motoring along at a great clip. We're in a B-52s music set right now that is driving our mechanic, young Joe, nuts. This is golden oldies music to a 20-year-old.
We sort of screwed up when we transitioned into the pace van and forget to pack any kind of food that resembles... food. For dinner, I had a bag of Sun Chips, with a bag of Lay's BLT potato chips for dessert, all washed down with Diet Pepsi. My kingdom for some Naked Nuggets. LIVIN' THE DREAM!!!
Only seven more hours to go until day crew relieves us.
*A note about this blog: I am typing this on a small keyboard, attached to my iPad, sitting on my lap, in a moving car in the middle of the night, on less sleep than is considered medically ideal, all while being constantly interrupted by Rob for all his whiny, bullsh*t needs like food, water and medicines. So, please forgive the occasional tupo, er, typo.