Met with the others at another landmark. “It was however, from this very building that Kentucky Fried Chicken grew into a world-wide organization.” And from this point forward, our diet completely shifted into a true Southwestern one: fried / BBQ / veggie-less / carb-heavy.
Corvette museum and factory. Finally some passion for the car guy. Despite popularity of ‘Vettes on the streets which diminishes some of its “flair”, despite my general preference to modern automotive engineering and design, the amalgamation of old and new Corvettes, in addition to its rich history, definitively leaves an emotional memory.
Unlike the other two, this factory is not focused on scale. Rightfully so.
I wish they made 2000 Corvettes a day, rather than 170. They were saying 99% pass rate at the final quality check. But that’s only 2-3 sigmas…
This romantic setting, created by shitty lighting and shitty focus and dead bugs and crap on the windshield, finally pushed me into adhering to the one rule of Road Trips: avoid Interstates and take side roads.
Nashville’s great, I guess. Apparently great things happen in those looks-sketchy-but-actually-quite-renown-back-alleys. I say "Apparently" because we were too busy taking pictures… because walking and taking pictures is the only way to distract ourselves from the long wait at the restaurant.
You want what now? Leaves? What don't you take some that's pre-processed by machines or, better yet, pork and chicken?
I see visually management has caught up with our “youth”.
The Country Museum Hall of Fame cambered the notion of Hillbilly for me. These walls echo the post-war prosperity, the cultural creativity aimed towards artistic beauty rather than spectators’ shock, the era’s ingenuity and people’s unity.
Jokes aside, Jack Daniels does exude some sense of "refinement". Maybe it's the contrast to moonshine. Industrial, yes. Both in terms of grandeur and cleanliness. Perfect to add some manliness juice...
We stopped at Hattiesburg to sort out the car issues. Neat little town which astounds visitors with its literal cleanness of the street, the buildings' bricks, the lawn,...
I wouldn't call it cultural shock given the location and the relationship of locals with those soldiers, but the not so subtle hint of sympathy towards the Confederates clearly indicates our position: Deep South.
Other interesting fact: every other store is an attorney's office: again representing the world's best economy, America and its tertiary service sector. If lawyer just keep fighting each other, GDP goes up right?
The flatness of New Orleans seems almost artificial. While I usually desperately look for curved roads in my driving experiences, the ridiculously long and straight stretches become an admiration exercice of the orderly disposition.