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Documentarian and Political Campaign Director, I'm bringing you along through my day. Well, only the parts you might find interesting.
Sep 20
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Sky Diving

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a bit of an adrenaline junky. And by a bit, I mean that it is a total obsession. That being said, when Ford offered to let me go skydiving, I jumped at the chance (sorry for the pun, I couldn’t resist.) Personally, I couldn’t believe that they are asking me to do some of the stuff I’ve always wanted to. It’s pretty awesome.

I went, and had a plan to have a bunch of index cards with stuff written on them, and would go through the index cards during free fall. I thought it would make a good video.

I wasn’t really nervous for the jump at all. I was more in disbelief. I jumped with a Brazilian kid, which was sweet. He exited the plane before me, and I couldn’t believe I qas about to do this.

We dropped out of the plane, and I was shocked about how much it didn’t feel like falling. I tried to get the cards to work, and they would fold too easily. About 15-20 seconds into my freefall, I gave up trying to use them, let them go, and just enjoyed the ride.

The clouds that we fell through were unbelievable and thick. You can see from the video that it was about 25 seconds of clouds. Afterwords, the Brazilian that I spoke with told me that he had never gone through clouds like that, and that I was very lucky. All in all, a great trip.

Check the video!

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Aug 27
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To kill an animal

I recently did my newest Ford Fiesta Video at Save a Dog Inc.

This is a homeopathic, individually run, volunteer based shelter. It is quite different from what the ASPCA has to offer.

One of the important things about this place is that if you don’t mesh with your adoption, they have a return policy. They have an individual stance on vaccines, and are generally concerned about the animals that they are releasing to the public.

More to follow; I’m trying to edit the video right now.

-keep on reading

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Aug 05
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A Ford Fiesta Road Trip Playlist

“I got plenty money”- Plies

“3 peat”-Lil Wayne (and the entire Carter 3 CD, for that matter)

“Bad Habit”- The offspring (ie, my driving.)

Going back to Cali”-Biggie (Or Going back to nashville, alternate title)

“Changes”-Tupac

“Becky”-Plies (what jake was singing the entire mountain in Seattle

“Chop Suey” -System of a down, I’m sorry, its 8th grade but still fun

“The Picture of Dorian Grey”-Oscar Wilde (book on tape to pass the time) “Next”-Michael Chichtion (book on tape to pass the time)

The comedy of: Ron White, Comedian Bob Marley, Mitch Hedberg, Marlon Wayans, Lewis Black, Eddie Murphy, Dave Chapelle

“A bar in Amsterdam”-Katzenjammer (because I’m in love with them)

Jake snoring (should be a band, but isn’t)

“Last one out of Liberty City”-Less than Jake

The entire Streetlight Manifesto collection. YEA.

MUSIC FOR WHEN JAKE IS ASLEEP

“canonized”-blacklisted

“lotus”-shipwreck

“outlive”-guns up!

(this list is futile. nobody reading this knows these bands)

LAST BUT NOT LEAST,

THE JASON ELLIS SHOW, EVERY DAY. NO EXCEPTION

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Aug 04
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The Final Leg of the trip has been realized.
So where were we last? Salt Lake City? Must be…It’s becoming a blur in my mind.
I checked the odometer today; 8,896 miles thus far. I’ve been gone 3 and a half weeks.
We took off from SLC, and drove to Arches National Park. Arches is just as beautiful as Zion, and I was able to do some bouldering. After making it there, Jake took off somewhere, and I got the itch to climb up something. I often get myself in trouble that way; I get up very high and then have trouble downclimbing. After getting up about 40 feet, I realized I would most likely kill myself. I downclimbed. As I descended, there was a ring of people watching me.
“That was so cool” some little boy said.
“No it wasn’t,” his mother interrupted, “It was actually very stupid.” She gave me a dirty look and went to another arch. Jake and I met up, and began the long drive to Colorado.
We found ourselves in Breckenridge, CO, staying at a friend of mine’s condo. The place was absolutely beautiful. “I bet we won’t see anyone but white people in this town,” I mutter to Jake as we walk into the office. There, behind the counter, is a young black girl. Insert foot in mouth.
We stay the night in Breckinridge. We go to a bar, where a very drunk local begins to hug another stranger. This works just fine until he begins to hug me and Jake. Anyone who knows me know I don’t like being touched by strangers. Drunk is kicked out. Jake and I play pool against an old couple. Beat them. Badly. hahahahaha.
We leave Breckinridge and get in touch with my cousin, who lives in Denver. She tells us that we can crash at her place. Red Dragons. My cousin, Kira, who I have never seen outside of christmas, is just a whole lot of fun. We all have a few drinks and she is climbing on light poles and wresteling me in the street. I almost lose.
Jake and I sleep off the previous night and head out of CO bound for Memphis. We missed it the first time and decided we needed a dose of it.
As soon as we clear Denver, my GPS tells me to drive 417 miles east. Oh crap. This is the first time I really realize that I am on my way home. As we drive through big sky country, I hide within my own brain for a bit. Music is playing but the usual banter between Jake and I is silent. (It’s usually that or jake napping. he is the king of napping in the car. seriously.) This place is large, and empty. Somewhere in the 150+ miles to go (until we hit the MIDDLE of Kansas) we discover the town of Ellis, Kansas. For those of you who don’t know, I habitiually listen to the Jason Ellis show on Sirius XM radio, and managed to get Jake hooked on it. We take a few pictures, then leave.
It’s about 1am, we have cleared Kansas and Oklahoma. Jake decides that it’s time to pull over and we sleep at a hotel. Check out time: Noon. Awesome.
Finally we hit Memphis. We get there and have some BBQ, and walk around the streets. Boom. I love BBQ. LOVE IT.
Finally, we get back into Nashville, because it was so fun the first time that I almost felt forced to go back. We should be leaving tomorrow or the next day. While here, some highlights:
A game we invented, called “lawn chair undercarriage.” Country Music. Sarah Tollerson TEARING it up at The Bluebird Cafe. (she gonna be famous!) sitting around. blogging. resting. you know.
Keep on reading!

The Final Leg of the trip has been realized.

So where were we last? Salt Lake City? Must be…It’s becoming a blur in my mind.

I checked the odometer today; 8,896 miles thus far. I’ve been gone 3 and a half weeks.

We took off from SLC, and drove to Arches National Park. Arches is just as beautiful as Zion, and I was able to do some bouldering. After making it there, Jake took off somewhere, and I got the itch to climb up something. I often get myself in trouble that way; I get up very high and then have trouble downclimbing. After getting up about 40 feet, I realized I would most likely kill myself. I downclimbed. As I descended, there was a ring of people watching me.

“That was so cool” some little boy said.

“No it wasn’t,” his mother interrupted, “It was actually very stupid.” She gave me a dirty look and went to another arch. Jake and I met up, and began the long drive to Colorado.

We found ourselves in Breckenridge, CO, staying at a friend of mine’s condo. The place was absolutely beautiful. “I bet we won’t see anyone but white people in this town,” I mutter to Jake as we walk into the office. There, behind the counter, is a young black girl. Insert foot in mouth.

We stay the night in Breckinridge. We go to a bar, where a very drunk local begins to hug another stranger. This works just fine until he begins to hug me and Jake. Anyone who knows me know I don’t like being touched by strangers. Drunk is kicked out. Jake and I play pool against an old couple. Beat them. Badly. hahahahaha.

We leave Breckinridge and get in touch with my cousin, who lives in Denver. She tells us that we can crash at her place. Red Dragons. My cousin, Kira, who I have never seen outside of christmas, is just a whole lot of fun. We all have a few drinks and she is climbing on light poles and wresteling me in the street. I almost lose.

Jake and I sleep off the previous night and head out of CO bound for Memphis. We missed it the first time and decided we needed a dose of it.

As soon as we clear Denver, my GPS tells me to drive 417 miles east. Oh crap. This is the first time I really realize that I am on my way home. As we drive through big sky country, I hide within my own brain for a bit. Music is playing but the usual banter between Jake and I is silent. (It’s usually that or jake napping. he is the king of napping in the car. seriously.) This place is large, and empty. Somewhere in the 150+ miles to go (until we hit the MIDDLE of Kansas) we discover the town of Ellis, Kansas. For those of you who don’t know, I habitiually listen to the Jason Ellis show on Sirius XM radio, and managed to get Jake hooked on it. We take a few pictures, then leave.

It’s about 1am, we have cleared Kansas and Oklahoma. Jake decides that it’s time to pull over and we sleep at a hotel. Check out time: Noon. Awesome.

Finally we hit Memphis. We get there and have some BBQ, and walk around the streets. Boom. I love BBQ. LOVE IT.

Finally, we get back into Nashville, because it was so fun the first time that I almost felt forced to go back. We should be leaving tomorrow or the next day. While here, some highlights:

A game we invented, called “lawn chair undercarriage.” Country Music. Sarah Tollerson TEARING it up at The Bluebird Cafe. (she gonna be famous!) sitting around. blogging. resting. you know.

Keep on reading!

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Jul 29
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Well, I have learned:
It is difficult to blog and drive.
We’re in Salt Lake City. Some Highlights:
Stayed in LA for a few days with Kerem. Things were awesome again; I miss him terribly. I had In-N-Out Burger. I wanted terribly to be able to tell all my Californian friends that it wasn’t up to the hype, but it really was. Probably the best fast food burger I’ve ever had.
Jake and I headed up through the Pacific Coast Highway. It was one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever seen. We drove all day, until we hit San Fran.
San Fran was gorgeous. It was the first city we saw that I was truly interested in living in one day. It was gorgeous. Jake and I stayed in a really scummy looking hotel, but it was worth it. We headed out the next day. We went to Redwood National Park, and then to Crater Lake. Besides a very cute park ranger, there was no camping, so Jake and I headed up to Portland, Oregon.
Portland is gorgeous, funky, and green. We walked around for a bit, and then drove up to Seattle.
Seattle is amazing. I would love to live there. It is filled with fresh food and interesting people. We stayed with Jake’s family, which was amazing. His uncle is an incredibly interesting guy who rode his bike across the country. He is a very successful doctor, but completely down to earth. He had a lovely wife and two awesome sons. Samuel and Jackson (coincidence? I hope not.) are gentile but plain awesome.
I met up with my Cousin Jenny and Uncle Jerry for the first time. My uncle Jerry looked a lot like my dad, which was weird to see. I hadn’t mentioned that I spent a night with my dad in San Fran, which was awesome. We caught up with what the various families were doing, and just enjoyed meeting each other.
Finally, Jake and I drove to Salt Lake City to visit Rich, whose couch I lie on right now. Tomorrow: Colorado!
Next? The World.
Keep on Reading.

Well, I have learned:

It is difficult to blog and drive.

We’re in Salt Lake City. Some Highlights:

Stayed in LA for a few days with Kerem. Things were awesome again; I miss him terribly. I had In-N-Out Burger. I wanted terribly to be able to tell all my Californian friends that it wasn’t up to the hype, but it really was. Probably the best fast food burger I’ve ever had.

Jake and I headed up through the Pacific Coast Highway. It was one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever seen. We drove all day, until we hit San Fran.

San Fran was gorgeous. It was the first city we saw that I was truly interested in living in one day. It was gorgeous. Jake and I stayed in a really scummy looking hotel, but it was worth it. We headed out the next day. We went to Redwood National Park, and then to Crater Lake. Besides a very cute park ranger, there was no camping, so Jake and I headed up to Portland, Oregon.

Portland is gorgeous, funky, and green. We walked around for a bit, and then drove up to Seattle.

Seattle is amazing. I would love to live there. It is filled with fresh food and interesting people. We stayed with Jake’s family, which was amazing. His uncle is an incredibly interesting guy who rode his bike across the country. He is a very successful doctor, but completely down to earth. He had a lovely wife and two awesome sons. Samuel and Jackson (coincidence? I hope not.) are gentile but plain awesome.

I met up with my Cousin Jenny and Uncle Jerry for the first time. My uncle Jerry looked a lot like my dad, which was weird to see. I hadn’t mentioned that I spent a night with my dad in San Fran, which was awesome. We caught up with what the various families were doing, and just enjoyed meeting each other.

Finally, Jake and I drove to Salt Lake City to visit Rich, whose couch I lie on right now. Tomorrow: Colorado!

Next? The World.

Keep on Reading.

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Jul 23
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5 Restaurant Reviews

My apologies for not updating this sooner; the day before I left for my Roadtrip (An Epic Journey: The Frank and Tollar Story) I did my third Fiesta Movement video. I did 5 restaurant reviews of 5 of the most creative restaurants in Boston. I decided to review them on 3 Different Scales, and average the scores. The scales are 1 being the least desireable score, and 5 being the most.

The Paramount

Food Quality: ++++(4) The food here is fresh and well prepared. You are never disappointed with what is on your plate. The eggs especially impressed me; they were fluffy and light, but the other ingredients in the omlette weren’t overbearing.

Affordability: $$$$(4) Most of the prices seem reasonable. I wouldn’t call this place a very cheap eat, (you can find cheaper breakfast in town) but with food, you often times get exactly what you pay for. This is certainly the best breakfast you can get for this price, and it probably beats out a bracket above.  I feel that the price is proportional to what you are getting, and that is fresh, delicious food.

Atmosphere:@@@(3) I was torn with this score. I love the paramount, but not for a true breakfast. I see breakfast as a time to roll out of bed, enjoy a cup of coffee, and read the paper. The paramount is understood to not be that place; it receives a 3 because some days I want the food, but I really don’t want to feel rushed in my meal.

Overall: 3.7. The Paramount is an acquired taste; be prepared to Dine and Dash. Not literally; If you steal from these people I wil personally find you and beat you. They are becoming an institution in Boston, and I always find myself going back.

Dick’s Last Resort:

Food Quality: ++ The food felt like a Food Chain. I couldn’t, in good conscious, even rank it in the realm of Chili’s. I felt particularly robbed in the portion sizes. The food felt prepared quickyl and sloppily. I was dissappointed.

Affordability:$$ Once again, I paid a hefty price. 15 dollars for a “half wrack” of ribs? I’ve had a half wrack, and that was a quarter. I felt robbed.

Atmosphere: @@@@ The saving grace of this place is that it is just a lot of fun. You go there and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. However, I wasn’t rolling on the floor laughing.

Overall: 2.7 Going to DLR was a fun time. It was an experience. However, because of the check and the quality of food, I would consider it a novelty. I  suggest that everyone goes once. I just don’t see myself going back.

Soulfire BBQ

Food Quality: ++++ The food here is expertly prepared. You can see that extreme care is put into its preperation and execution. The beer selection is complimentary to the food, and the food is just plain delicious. The portions are not unusually large, but I’ve never left there hungry.

Affordability: $$$$$ This is what I call “Bang For Your Buck.” You are getting very high quality food for pretty standard prices. I can go in and happily drop 15 dollars and be full.

Atmosphere: @@@@@ The bright red walls, the funky music that never ends, the custom made bars, the art, all of it adds up to a winning equation. I never feel talked down to, and before I did this review, Wyeth had introduced himself to me, an average customer. If there is a right way to do it, this is it.

Overall: 4.7 What can I say? Soulfire is incredible. I eat a lot of BBQ, I’ve had BBQ in Nashville, Memphis, and Arkansas, and it’s still one of my favorites. ‘Nuff Said

East Coast Grill

Food Quality: +++++ This is some of the best prepared food I’ve ever had. The food is hot and the ingredients are fresh. I can’t tell you how well everything is prepared. To these people, food is an obsession, and it seems like they have it just right.

Affordability:$$$ Expect to spend money on this place. It’s gourmet food; you have to pay a gourmet price. Just understand that this would be a $100+ plate in NYC, and here you’re looking at under $30. For what you get, you are making out on top. But that doesn’t change the final bill.

Atmosphere:@@@@ ECG is fun to be in and exciting to watch. The chefs love to be watched and put on a show. You don’t feel anything but positive energy in this funky little place.

Overall: 4.2 This is a great place to go, and easily some of the Best Seafood in the City of Boston. The staff is incredible and the food is unreal. However, be prepared to have to pay for it. Though, in the end, it is very much so worth it- I promise.

Sibling Rivalry

Food Quality: +++ The food here is good. I had the duck, and it was a bit less tender than I expected. The food was good, but not as good as I expected.

Affordability:$$ This is a “high class” restaurant. The standard meals are affordable, but less than interesting. The specialty meals are extremely expensive. Price felt expensive for the quality.

Atmosphere:@@ This is low lit and charming location and layout, but I take issue with one thing. I felt constantly patronized by the wait staff, talked down to about wine (which I know a thing or two about), and generally looked upon like I didn’t belong. Perhaps if I was a VIP I would’ve been treated differently. Perhaps they could smell that I was a poor kid pretending that I wasn’t. I just felt akward and unwelcome. Furthermore, I had to wait for an hour to have a 5 minute interview with Chef David. I understand if the restaurant was full, but it simply wasn’t. I would be worried about being this honest, but frankly, I have no confidence that anyone will even follow up to see what I said.

Overall: 2.3- Maybe this place is your kind of restaurant. I felt the staff was patronizing and the food was very expensive for what I got. The concept is good, but I just found myself disappointed. I thought this would be the restaurant that would be my overall choice, but this was the big let down. Sorry folks; not for me.

But hey, what do I know anyways?

Overall: Want a fun place to go have dinner with your buddies and a few beers? GO TO SOULFIRE

Want expertly prepared food in a fun atmosphere? GO TO EAST COAST GRILL

Want delicious breakfast? GO TO THE PARAMOUNT!

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Jul 19
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A Long Time Comin...

Sorry for the lack of updates. Nashville and on has been a whirlwind. I’ll try to recount all of the events as best I can. In short, I’m sitting in Kerem’s living room in LA.

Nashville was in my rearview mirror at about 4pm on the 15th. We headed west as fast as we could. The temperature hadn’t really risen.

Jake and I blasted through Memphis with no regard for the town. I hope to visit it on my way home. Arkansas was long and lonely; the roads were bare but the speed limit was 70. We went straight through to arrive in Dallas as 2 in the morning.

We stayed at my friend Teddy’s place in Dallas. Teddy is such a good kid, and I feel very big-brotherly towards him. He has recently started up a record label, called “Nothing Butt Records.” He seems to have found his way in life. I tried to impart my best big-brotherly advice to him as I left; who knows if it’ll take. I’m not much of a role model, but I try.

Jake and I thought about staying the night in Dallas as we woke up at 10 the next morning. We went to Bubba’s and had biscuits and gravy for breakfast; a true southerners wakeup. We quickly realized that we wouldn’t be able to make Arizona or Utah in time, so we left at 3:30. We drove across Texas, 75 mph. It was 104 fahrenheit for parts of it. My car reads celsius, so for anybody who reads celsius, possibly in England, it got up to 53c. SO HOT.

Jake and I made it to Gallup, New Mexico, before I couldn’t drive any longer. Jake and I stayed in a seedy motel. As I got out of the shower, I saw a cockroach and his family staring at me. I needed to get out of there. I refused to sleep on the sheets; I used my sleeping bag.

Early, Jake and I headed out of the hole of Gallup, bound for the Grand Canyon. We drove through Arizona (incidentally forgetting to purchase a magnet) and hit the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I had been to the South Rim before, and found that it was overwhelmed by tourists. The North End was quant. A 45 mile drive into the canyon, and it opened up to massive fields; it was gorgeous. We arrived canyonside, and took a quick quarter mile hike to the bright angel view. This place reminded me of my father, and our hike that we took. I wished that he was there, not halfway across the country. Luckily, I had Jake by my side; a worthy trade. We admired the Canyon and realized that we had to move on.

We burned through the mountains of Arizona without seeing more than a dozen other cars. We drove through Indian Reservations, and it made me think of Sherman Alexie and made me vaguely sad. Finally, that night, we hit Zion.

Zion is a very special place for me. It reminded me once again of my Dad, and also made me anxious to climb Angels Landing again with Jake. We went to Oscar’s, and had the best hamburger in the world. Again. Jake and I went back to our campsite and hung out in a stream behind it, drinking Utah beer (only 3.2% alcohol….ugh. waste of my time) and wine. We went to sleep.

We woke up early to hike Angels Landing. The first part of the hike is quite strenuous but unremarkable. Finally, we hit the chains. Jake was far far braver than I was the first time that I ever tried to tackle the landing. He followed without hesitation; the top was just as beautiful as the first time. As we were descending, there were literally dozens of people coming up.

We decided after that to burn to Los Angelas. We stopped in Las Vegas to drink a beer on the street (theres no open container law!) and then walk through a casino. I didn’t have money to waste on gambeling. Vegas made me feel vaguely lonely and dirty. We escaped promptly, but not before getting a magnet.

Finally, Jake and I had hit Califnornia. Kerem wasn’t in, so we called our friend Tim and met him at his place in Santa Monica. Finally, we had done it. Ladies and gentilemen, Jake Frank and Eric Tollar drove from coast to coast. All the way.

WE ARE RUGGED EXPLORERS.

Red Dragons.

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Jul 12
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DAY 3: Shenandoah to Nashville, TNDaily miles: 563 Total Miles: 1,241Everyone is nicer here. There are smiles and a lot more makeup. People have a southern twang with their words, and never stare too long. There are confederate flag novelty license plates and more crosses than I can count on the highway. You step out of your car and the heat slams against you, especially harsh on someone who spends their time in Boston. Welcome to the South. Welcome to Nashville.Jake and I, after polishing off two very large bottles of wine, got up at 6 to hit the road. Evidently last night I had proclaimed that I wasn’t afraid of anything; our campsite neighbor’s dog, specifically. All five children seemed very amused and allegedly erupted with giggles; I have a fuzzy recollection of the events. Jake has an entertaining account of the nights event on his blog: http://jakeisfrank.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheeky-british-campers-and-discount.html. It is truly hilarious.The roads were empty as the sun spilled over the mountains in Virginia. At about 8, we arrived at my first EVER Sonic. We had breakfast, and Jake would later muse how the Northeast has hardly comparable fast food. In-N-Out Burger will be a day I will not soon forget.It was this morning that it really hit me how long this trip is going to be. We were sitting in Sonic, and I was exhausted. I tested out Jake on the car; he isn’t familiar with a standard engine. After a few stalls and some swearing, I decided that we needed a better arena for him to learn how to drive Delilah. Virginia was gorgeous. It was quant and quiet, and the speed limit was 70. Driving heaven. We blasted through until we hit the border of Tennessee. I had a number of people asking me about the car as usual. I hope some of you found your way to this blog; you were all pleasant.Jake and I decided to get a book on tape. It is a better prospect than the radio or my ipod. During a 600 mile drive, it really helps to have something to really pay attention to. We knew we hit Tennessee when we arrived that “The World’s Largest Fireworks Store.” You should have seen Jake’s face when he walked out with a brown bag of explosives. God knows what sort of trouble we’ll be getting into.Now I’m sitting in a Panera Bread, using their internet. We’re meeting up with our buddy from college, Dan. Dan is a very very tall ginger. He has one of those laughs that infects the room as it filters through, and is just pleasant to be around. He is an All-American Lacrosse player, and the type of friend you need to keep around to for your own sanity. I feel like a combination of old friends, young minds, some beer, and fireworks will provide for a night I won’t forget. Or perhaps I won’t remember.Keep on reading!

DAY 3: Shenandoah to Nashville, TN

Daily miles: 563 
Total Miles: 1,241

Everyone is nicer here. There are smiles and a lot more makeup. People have a southern twang with their words, and never stare too long. There are confederate flag novelty license plates and more crosses than I can count on the highway. You step out of your car and the heat slams against you, especially harsh on someone who spends their time in Boston. Welcome to the South. Welcome to Nashville.

Jake and I, after polishing off two very large bottles of wine, got up at 6 to hit the road. Evidently last night I had proclaimed that I wasn’t afraid of anything; our campsite neighbor’s dog, specifically. All five children seemed very amused and allegedly erupted with giggles; I have a fuzzy recollection of the events. Jake has an entertaining account of the nights event on his blog: http://jakeisfrank.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheeky-british-campers-and-discount.html. It is truly hilarious.

The roads were empty as the sun spilled over the mountains in Virginia. At about 8, we arrived at my first EVER Sonic. We had breakfast, and Jake would later muse how the Northeast has hardly comparable fast food. In-N-Out Burger will be a day I will not soon forget.

It was this morning that it really hit me how long this trip is going to be. We were sitting in Sonic, and I was exhausted. I tested out Jake on the car; he isn’t familiar with a standard engine. After a few stalls and some swearing, I decided that we needed a better arena for him to learn how to drive Delilah.

Virginia was gorgeous. It was quant and quiet, and the speed limit was 70. Driving heaven. We blasted through until we hit the border of Tennessee. I had a number of people asking me about the car as usual. I hope some of you found your way to this blog; you were all pleasant.

Jake and I decided to get a book on tape. It is a better prospect than the radio or my ipod. During a 600 mile drive, it really helps to have something to really pay attention to. We knew we hit Tennessee when we arrived that “The World’s Largest Fireworks Store.” You should have seen Jake’s face when he walked out with a brown bag of explosives. God knows what sort of trouble we’ll be getting into.

Now I’m sitting in a Panera Bread, using their internet. We’re meeting up with our buddy from college, Dan.

Dan is a very very tall ginger. He has one of those laughs that infects the room as it filters through, and is just pleasant to be around. He is an All-American Lacrosse player, and the type of friend you need to keep around to for your own sanity. I feel like a combination of old friends, young minds, some beer, and fireworks will provide for a night I won’t forget. Or perhaps I won’t remember.

Keep on reading!

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DAY 2: NEW JERSEY TO VIRGINIADaily miles: appx. 333Total miles: 655Jake and I woke up at 6am. After sleeping like a rock (and nightmares of the car being hijacked by bikers in the middle of the desert) I hauled myself out of bed. Disappointing; the UFC fights are on tonight, and I’m not going to be able to see them. I don’t think it hit me until we hit the Virginia border. At about 10pm, we hit  rest stop, and it occurred to us that we were really on this trip. In Maryland, we decided to start buying magnets in every state. Thus far, as you can see, we have Maryland and Virginia (Shenandoah. That’s all we care about in this state anyways…)Shenandoah is as beautiful as I remember. The first time I went here was years ago, and I was a wee lad. I remember that it was fall and all the trees were showing their dying colors. The drive is, on average, 3,000 ft. in altitude. The mist looks like smoke on the upcoming hills, and the rain comes for moments until it is shattered by the sun. This place is absolute magic.Jake and I did two hikes: the dark hill falls and some other series of falls (I forget the name.) The hikes were unremarkable, just with small waterfalls and lots of people. This place doesn’t hold a candle to Utah and California. Jake and I just finished a gourmet dinner. We road all the way to the main campsite, and found that it was full. 20 miles down the road is another campsite, called Lewis Mountain. We started with Chef Boyardee ravioli (from the can), caned chicken breast on hotdog buns with ravioli sauce on top, and finished with a can of sliced peaches. Trust me, its delicious. Jake and I split a bottle of cheap wine, and are just enjoying the evening. To our right is a family of 7. 4 girls, 1 boy, and the parents. They have a dog (named Jack) who just likes to bark. The kids have a football and have invented a game, kind of like field hockey. Considering there are 5 of them, they have almost a full team. It’s amazing: necessity is truly a catalyst for invention.To our left is a married couple. Or engaged. Either way, we figure that the night will be less than quiet, and ending with copious laughter on our part.Across from us is an couple from Great Britain. The gentleman asked me about the car, and we had an interesting discussion about the car industry. Evidently the man’s car in GB was getting something absurd, about 58 miles to the gallon. The couple was cute; on a 10 week vacation and had spent four in the same spot in Shenandoah. He told me they would be doing rt. 66 eventually. Both clearly achieve rugged explorer status.It’s only 7 and I’m already exhausted; but camping will do that. With no TV and no internet to distract you, the setting sun sets off something basic within you. I hope the same goes for the 5 children next to us. Tomorrow, Jake and I venture to Nashville to visit an old friend from Boston. Keep on reading!

DAY 2: NEW JERSEY TO VIRGINIA

Daily miles: appx. 333
Total miles: 655


Jake and I woke up at 6am. After sleeping like a rock (and nightmares of the car being hijacked by bikers in the middle of the desert) I hauled myself out of bed. Disappointing; the UFC fights are on tonight, and I’m not going to be able to see them.

I don’t think it hit me until we hit the Virginia border. At about 10pm, we hit  rest stop, and it occurred to us that we were really on this trip. In Maryland, we decided to start buying magnets in every state. Thus far, as you can see, we have Maryland and Virginia (Shenandoah. That’s all we care about in this state anyways…)

Shenandoah is as beautiful as I remember. The first time I went here was years ago, and I was a wee lad. I remember that it was fall and all the trees were showing their dying colors. The drive is, on average, 3,000 ft. in altitude. The mist looks like smoke on the upcoming hills, and the rain comes for moments until it is shattered by the sun. This place is absolute magic.

Jake and I did two hikes: the dark hill falls and some other series of falls (I forget the name.) The hikes were unremarkable, just with small waterfalls and lots of people. This place doesn’t hold a candle to Utah and California.

Jake and I just finished a gourmet dinner. We road all the way to the main campsite, and found that it was full. 20 miles down the road is another campsite, called Lewis Mountain. We started with Chef Boyardee ravioli (from the can), caned chicken breast on hotdog buns with ravioli sauce on top, and finished with a can of sliced peaches. Trust me, its delicious. Jake and I split a bottle of cheap wine, and are just enjoying the evening. To our right is a family of 7. 4 girls, 1 boy, and the parents. They have a dog (named Jack) who just likes to bark. The kids have a football and have invented a game, kind of like field hockey. Considering there are 5 of them, they have almost a full team. It’s amazing: necessity is truly a catalyst for invention.

To our left is a married couple. Or engaged. Either way, we figure that the night will be less than quiet, and ending with copious laughter on our part.

Across from us is an couple from Great Britain. The gentleman asked me about the car, and we had an interesting discussion about the car industry. Evidently the man’s car in GB was getting something absurd, about 58 miles to the gallon. The couple was cute; on a 10 week vacation and had spent four in the same spot in Shenandoah. He told me they would be doing rt. 66 eventually. Both clearly achieve rugged explorer status.

It’s only 7 and I’m already exhausted; but camping will do that. With no TV and no internet to distract you, the setting sun sets off something basic within you. I hope the same goes for the 5 children next to us.

Tomorrow, Jake and I venture to Nashville to visit an old friend from Boston.

Keep on reading!

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ROAD TRIP! DAY 1: BOSTON TO NEW JERSEY

Day 1. Miles Traveled Today/Total: 358/358

So, after completing the filming for my 3rd Fiesta mission, Jake Frank and I set off on our epic journey road trip. Some of the neccessary items in our car:

2 computers

6 bottles of wine

2 sombreros; 2 hawaiian shirts

1 tent and camping equipment

2 boxes of Chef Boy-R-Dee

various cameras

hiking boots

Today we drove through CT to visit Jake’s parents, and get ready. As we left Boston, I thought to myself, “timing really is not my thing.” I left Boston after some new and exciting events and people happened. Oh well, I’ll be back in a month…

Driving through CT, I knew this was going to be a lot of fun. Jake and I sat around and talked about capitalism, film, and other such nonsense. We then enjoyed the Jason Ellis Show on Sirius. To tell you the truth, other than a horriffic car crash we saw, the drive was boring. I’ve done this drive a million times. Tomorrow will be far more interesting. Jake and I are headed to Shenandoah.

Keep on reading. It’ll get more interesting.

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