You Don't Even Like Ford Mustangs

For Day Three of my trip, the goal was simple but challenging: make it from Colby, KS to Hurricane, UT, with a stop in Denver to pick up a buddy. At nearly 900 miles, my itinerary was likely too ambitious, but I had three secret weapons that complemented each other: a deep reservoir of naturally occurring energy, an unusual excitement about scenes that other people find unremarkable, and an inexhaustible quotient for time spent in the car. With these assets, I couldn't lose.Winning looked, well, weird. So enthused by my time in Kansas, I entered Colorado looking for more of the quiet, remote, usual America that compels me to excitedly scream out, "Today is the best one ever!" to no one in particular as I motor across the country. I wasn't disappointed. If Kansas had introduced me to fake highways and glorious expanses of nothing, eastern Colorado combined these elements with the impressions of a lawless, wild west that naive New Yorkers like me romanticize.My first...