HOTEL LOBBY (UNC & Phew) & Super 8 Putt Putt

Bye Bye Penny. The road was easy and uneventful until we ended up at a rest stop in Cranbury, New Jersey. In there we saw a woman complaining that her food was taking too long, a family loudly saying grace before eating their shake shack burgers, and a husband handing his wife a dab pen in line at Starbucks.

Then we got to Delaware. We saw a pack of youths standing on a busy thru road flagging down cars to talk to them. They were all wearing big shiny puffy coats. I wonder what they were up to?

Just down the road we were driving on Federal School Road. The road was a dead straight 3 miles. It was filled with trash and the asphalt was chopped up. I thought I saw a few bodies. Before we had no idea where we were going, the biggest building in the country appeared on the left. It was an Amazon fulfillment center. Do they really need all that space? *apologies for the lack of a picture*

Through all this excitement my travel partner, @GLENBURNZ, and I could not stop talking about golf. “We gotta manage our three putts.” - “How many holes should we play on Wednesday.” - “You think we’ll be paired up with someone every day?” - “I suck at golf” - “If I can just get off the tee consistently the state of North Carolina better watch out.” “Dude it’s going to be 80 degrees at noon on Thursday.” - We listened to Migos and various golf podcasts to rev up and maybe got a little unrealistic in our daydreams. But who knows? Why not us?

Getting out on the road is also just fun. We saw some big-time idiots on the roads. As @Glenburnz put it, “People that cut ya off and drive slow in front of ya. People in the fast lane that just don’t belong. Probably just the ignorant asses that were going 95(mph). That also made it tough.” Thanks for the comment Glen.

We settled at a Super 8 Hotel in Chester, Virginia. We hit some putts on the carpet and went to bed before we got too excited to sleep.