Day One: York, Nebraska

So far, not much to report. Except that both Kansas and Nebraska smell like cows.

Tomorrow we'll be heading up to the NorthWest corner of the state and over into the Black Hills of South Dakota, where we will at least take cheezy tourist pictures.

Simian Boy decided that our UrbanTruckster is now named Billy Bob Joe. First name Billy, last name, Bob Joe.

Hey, he's five. The story he was telling was the most interesting thing happening North of Salina, Kansas.

Side note: Wal-Mart is the lowest common denominator of humanity wherever you go. I fucking hate the place.