Perhpas ordering the extra meat on her Turkey Supreme was a bad idea. Here's Lauren feeling the effects of the trytophan somewhere east of Indianapolis. Suddenly alone and growing increasingly weary, I was forced to turn to a make-shift sock puppet in order to entertain myself. All's well that ends well.
With West Virginia in our rearview mirror, Lauren and I stopped for a bite to eat somewhere near Dayton, Ohio. While I gassed up the car and allowed myself three celery sticks, Lauren took the opportunity to kick off her quest to eat every possible combination of Subway ingredients during the course of our 3-day oddessy.
Despite a mouth full of lunch meat and some strange cheese/bread amalgamation, I was able to make out Lauren saying she loves and misses you all.
Lauren and I have just passed through lovely Lancaster, PA, birthplace of disgraced cyclist Floyd Landis. We're four hours into our trip, and this was our first stop to fuel our tank, both literally and figuratively. We didn't stay long, as I'm told the turf wars between the Amish and the Mennonites can turn ugly at a moments notice in these parts, and we wouldn't be the first innocent tourists to get caught in a hail of pitchforks.
Lauren, determined to turn the corner from the nutritional train wreck we've experienced the past few weeks, is pictured here enjoying a soft pretzel for breakfast. I encouraged her to order it, as rumor has it residents of Aspen with greater than 11% body fat are eligible for handicap parking spaces.
