Hmm. Alright.

To get there and back is 3500 miles via Denver, which would run about $1400 in gas, but zero for motels doing it My Way.

At least one set of new tires and an oil change; figure another $800.

Twentyfive hundreds, with a tight budget for incidentals.

However …

If I’m transporting any passengers I’d likely need to bring the trailer for the extra sleeping berth. Tires for that beast, well I’d be guessing, but another $500 might cover it.

I’m willing to risk any breakdowns and just charge them to my groaning cards. I’m willing to cover a parking place if no safe free ones can be found within 100 miles of the Lake Michigan coast. That seems fair. Perhaps even magnanimous.

I will begin thinking seriously about a GoFundMe around Christmastime.

In the meantime, potential co-pilots are encouraged to apply early, so I can know what to ask for when the time comes–I mean, some might want a shower and a continental breakfast along the way too–and what names to ask for it under.

The civilized will say: Just fly for fuckssake! but those people are the same ones that heard about my keto journey and just told me to get on board with Ozempic, which demonstrated a rather total lack of understanding of who I am and what I’m becoming.

It’s come to the point where I feel the same regarding car rentals too I’m afraid.

You are of course always welcome to engage in honest dialogue (about anything anytime)–and even try to change my mind–but on that latter score I don’t feel sanguine about your chances, and my apologies for any character flaws or intransigence in advance.

As ever, god bless us.

Every one.