Travel

And so begins another day spent on a Bolt Bus.

Scheming at AUS. Best SXSW I've had in years. Old friends, new friends, valuable perspective, not a moment wasted. Thankful.

Killing time in the Hampton lounge until I head to the airport at 2:00. Company is welcome. #SXSW

At BOS. Time elapsed between my door and the gate: 68 minutes. It is not good for me to know this is possible.

The beer was a blessing in disguise. The shrill trio adjacent me on this bus have finally succumbed to a more literal slumber party.

On a Bolt Bus masquerading as a Peter Pan. Maybe an important revolutionary is onboard, who the Feds think is on a Bolt. Vive la Résistance!

Overheard: "I'm trying to talk quietly because I'm on a bus."

The Submit button on boltbus.com breaks in Google Chrome. In the time it took to rebook my tickets using Firefox, the price went up $2.

Killing time in Penn Station waiting for my next bus. If anyone in Midtown wants to split a Krispy Kreme, gimme a shout.

Wondering how automated preproduction for mass-produced embroidery is these days. No boredom on this bus. No sir.

The Les Paul was nestled all snug in its bed, with visions of Philadelphia dancing in its head. yfrog.com/1dexrj

Bolt Busing to Philly with @jasonsantamaria for a belated celebration of @ChamberMonster's birthday.

According to the conductor, this train will be stuck in New Haven for "awhile." Thank you Amtrak for yet another memorable experience.

The guy working the café car on this train talks like Johnny Cab from Total Recall.

Seriously, though, fuck Amtrak with an eternity of rusty razor wire.

The lights on this train go out when it gets below a certain speed. I hope it's taking its cues from Back to the Future and not Speed.

The last seat available on the train is usually the one next to me.

Knife in pocket, shampoo in trash. Anyone who says the terrorists haven't won hasn't been in an American airport in the last eight years.

W! A-S-H! I-N-G! T-O-N, baby! DC!

5+ hours into a 6.5 hour train ride, doing some pre-party iTunes prep, feeling extraordinarily positive on the concept of music in general.

The people behind me on this Bolt Bus are so enamored of the service that I expect an ER stop when they burn their lips on the tailpipe.

It did not occur to this girl that booking another bus that departs at the exact time this one arrives might not work.

En route to Philly to witness some nuptials, appreciate my mother, and maybe see and hear some Mike Watt.

Fourth in line for delayed flight arrangements. Twelve minutes per customer. Whiny folk singer performing nearby. Is Philip Zimbardo here?

Austin is receding through the rear window of a cab. Five days ago seems like five years ago.

Anyone at the Hampton want to share a cab to the airport around 11:00?

Dumped 16 fluid ounces of smoothie on the plane floor, because I'm good at making friends.

Layover in Houston, en route to Austin from Boston, travelling via the [syllable]st[vowel]n corridor.

Bolt Busing back to Boston after a day in Philly. I think the girl behind me started talking in the womb and hasn't stopped since.

Just spent over an hour digging my car out. Christmas, you better make this so worth my while.

Starting the car. Philly, I'm gonna miss the shit outta you.

What a year this turned out to be.

Shortly after the year began, my time with the amazing team at Happy Cog ended. It was the best thing for all concerned, even if my lack of an exit strategy left me without direction. My comfort zone was toxic, so really, any direction would do.

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Creepiest, most vacant and robotic flight attendant ever. Related: When is "at this time" ever a worthwhile substitute for "now"?

On the bus to the train to the plane to Boston.

Cabbing home from the airport, crossing my fingers for safe passage into a drunken city with a fresh ticket to the World Series.

@LastDayInChicago: Your rain, awful film, no-show car service, delayed flight, and bag-check fee won't drown out the past 4 days' wonders.

Checked in at the Sheraton Chicago, thinking about how grand it might have been if I hadn't left all my belongings in @bylaurenfitz's car.

Sitting next to a guy I've dubbed Old Faithful, whose understated, clockwork, baritone burps somehow haven't yet completely deflated him.

On the bus to the train to the plane to Chicago.

Two different flights in just over a week have me landing at 4:20. Maybe it's time I finally started that drug habit.

Safely on the ground in Philadelphia. Thanks to all who made #WJS08 a great event!

On the bus to the train to the plane to Atlanta.

En route to Ottawa with @mSutters and Kevin Cornell, no thanks to @mSutters's contiguous-48-states-only GPS.

Thanks in large part to Rob Across America, this has been the most traveled year of my life, but it’s not over yet. Before I disappear under a pile of blankets for the winter, I have a few more North American destinations lined up for the fall. If you happen to see me in any of these places, I hope you’ll say hello.

Ottawa, September 17th–21st

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