And then – and I’d expect any New Mexicans like Megan who are reading to bust my balls about this – the roads got long, straight and boring, the scenery unremarkable, and the towns Shitkicker Central. I stopped at Shiprock for a coffee (McDonalds the only option)
and then passed through Farmington, which was so awful I didn’t bother stopping, then after another 100+ miles of rolling blacktop I stopped for lunch at Cuba – where again McDonalds looked liked the most promising option. Although the scenery had started to pick up – the mountains were looming in the distance
Mat Callaghan 