The trek. Part 1.

In order to get the most exciting experience possible and start with a bang, I decided to take a job in Los Angeles county, California. Which is quite a distance from Birmingham, Alabama. This is what a car looks like that has everything but furniture in it for a cross country drive to a climate you're not entirely sure about. Notice the one tiny black suitcase in the back for my mom. Don't worry about not the limited visibility out the back window, there was about a 12 inch by 4 inch window we could see out.

The ride was pretty uneventful until Arkansas. While Mom was asleep I noticed that I had to hold the steering wheel a little far to the left to go straight. Then a lovely passenger of a passing car got my attention and signaled that my back tire was flat so I promptly exited the interstate to find none other than an Alabama nail with a California dream taking up residence in my tire, as well as probably the only tire repairing gas station in or around Little Rock. Talk about luck.

After 30 minutes and some lessons on tire pressure we were back on our way. We finished day one in two of the most appreciated beds in Clinton, Oklahoma.