UPDATE: With the help of Ford, I was able to recover my book, tripod, and camera charger. Unfortunately, the little bit of rubber marble from Bristol Motor Speedway that Hilary and I received on mission 5 was not recovered.
Last night, I went down to the Palladium on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood for the official Fiesta Movement party. It was an extravaganza fit for the grandeur of the program and the personalities. For at least one night, all the agents were stars, bathed in media attention and opportunities to further their brand.
Well, Jen and I are on our way to Los Angeles. We are heading south on 81 until take a right on to 40W and keep going all the way to the big water. This post will give you a running update on our progress, including real time GPS tracking. If you happen to be along our path and want to see the Fiestavus II in her final ride, drop a tweet and we'll try to stop by.
What is more insane, driving across Europe and Asia to reach Mongolia or driving across North America in 3 days with a pregnant wife? Right now at 9 pm on Thanksgiving night, I am definitely thinking the latter.
Jen is getting a final few hours of sleep. I have cleaned and prepped the Fiesta. We will be pulling out of VT in a few hours. This is going to be a long trip. Reports to continue.
It was early in the morning, not ridiculously early but early enough that the countryside was still hitting snooze. I had driven all night to reach Lubec, Maine, the easternmost point in the United States. Lost in a trance, gazing across the cold blue waters of the Bay of Fundy, a familiar sound penetrated my head. "Hey, is that your car?" I turned to see a jolly chap lumbering towards me, pointing back at the Fiesta with his Mini Cooper parked next to it.
