In one month I will embark on my third road trip down to Disney World. It's a 23 hour drive. The last time we drove straight through without stopping. That's our goal this time as well. My wife does most of the driving. Mostly because my driving, along with my breathing and most other things, annoys her. I do a fair amount of the driving, in fact my favorite part of these trips is the drive down. I love to travel by car. I love the hunt for the next cup of coffee. I love even a bad cup of coffee while out on the road. The pinnacle of the trip down,for me, is the North Carolina rest area vending machine coffee. I'm not kidding, I just love the primitive ness of it. The whole trip will be ruined if I find a Starbucks built in its place. I love a crappy cup of boiling hot coffee on a shitty scorching boring stretch of highway. On camping trips my go to coffee is instant. No stupid commie presses for me. I will do the old school percolator though. I can't really explain it. It's kind of what I imagine Charles Bronson drinking on the set of Once Upon A Time In The West.
