Boots and big belt buckles. Steel guitars and skyscrapers. The Johnny Cash Museum. Fat Cat Slims. We hit Nashville during morning rush-hour, not by plan but by happenstance. It was actually nice to slow down enough to read the billboards and nod at the commuters sipping coffee in the next lane over. Smiles and coffee, these are powerful, unifying forces. On this glorious spring morning, I recall a favorite quote: “It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.”
On the other side of Nashville, the landscape changed again. The tiny communities, towns and hamlets all but disappeared. Now, there was nothing but dense trees, and huge fields of chartreuse colored blooms, soy beans I think. We continued to loose elevation. After several hours, we were in Memphis, crossing the Mighty Mississippi. Impressive. The city, the river, and the bridge that carried us across to Arkansas. We spent the next few hours marveling at this wonderful language we call "English" and wondering how placing an A and an R in front of the word Kansas created the word we Americans pronounce as Arkansas. I don't think Ron and I will ever run out of things to talk about....
Car Talk
Day Two Mileage - 517 miles
Average MPG 31.7
Average MPH 63
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