Mashin' on the Motorway

A combination of bureaucratic shenanigans and ill health may be scuttling the Transcontinental Road Race 2010 only halfway through its completion. Details are still scant, but apparently the great state of Texas is demanding my actual presence back in tasteful San Antonio in order to lay claim to my unemployment benefits, without which I'd be in a somewhat precarious position, and I'm likewise unable to re-up a simple and non-recreational medical prescription without an okey doke from my doctor, which is proving difficult to get via the mails. I'm trying to sort all this out so that I can continue my trip, and details are surely to come, but at the moment, I have to score a hotel room here in mid-nowhere and start making angry phone calls. To my friends in the Midwest and East Coast, I say an exasperated, growling apology, and here's hoping I see you soon. To the state of Texas, I say, pick a finger, any finger. The middle one is nice.