Mesa, AZ
There’s something wrong when you’re in a major United States city and manage to put nearly 200 miles under your belt in one day just looking around town. All I did was go downtown to see the State Capitol (not as cool as Texas), drive out to Scottsdale to shop for hats (surprisingly difficult in the cowboy capitol) and cruise up to Fountain Hills (the Stepford Wives ain’t got nothing on Arizona).
Cripes. It’s well past time to get out of this place. I thought surely in the fifth largest US city there’d be something to see. Man, was I wrong. Nothing but nose-bleedingly hot desert wind and plus 100 degree temperatures daily.
On the bright side, they sell whiskey at Wal-Mart. Which, if you say it five times fast, is really funny.