So we piled into the car and started off on the morning of Saturday, July 10, 1982.

Along the way, Roger    & Perry

did naughty things and drew naughty pictures.   While I

kept up with kool race cars 

and thought about

The night before we left, Roger introduced me to the Burger King Bacon Double Cheeseburger just before we went to the old Coral Theater in Oak Lawn

to see the movie TRON on opening night.  Now you might ask, "What in Hell does this have to do with anything?" More realistically, you're asking "Why in God's Name am I reading any of this?" That's your problem. I'm really not at all worried about your Internet surfing habits. I'm still asking myself "What made me write this stuff?"

I Digress. What made these two topics funny at the time, and tragic now as we look back at it, is that for lunch on Saturday, as we were driving through some God forsaken part of the country, we decided to stop at Burger King and purchase at least 7 or 8 of these delicious beauties. Yes. I had fallen in love with a sandwich! 

After eating a few of these, Perry had the great idea to place the remaining burgers on the back window shelf of the car. "It'll keep them warm...". Yeah, right. Sure, they stayed warm. A few hours later, they still tasted great.

After 12 hours driving, just about anything tastes great (Alright, that's not funny. I used her picture already...)

But the whole car smelled like 4 over-cooked pieces of meat with pig intestines and cheese. Along with the smell of 3 guys in their twenties who have been sitting in a car for 12 hours. (Hey, that's right! I was only 19 at the time. Wouldn't be 20 for another month. STILL A TEENAGER! That explains why I found it necessary to take 26 pictures of women while in Florida!)

Anyway, by this time, the 3 of us were starting to get on each other's nerves. More accurately, Perry was driving Roger and I nuts!

I wish I could remember why. But quite honestly, it's difficult enough just remembering any of this. I do know that when we got to Knoxville, Tennessee, where the 1982 World's Fair was taking place, I asked Perry to get off the expressway and find the fair so we could at least say that we were there. For some bizarre "Perry" reason, getting him to do this was going to take an Act of Congress. Roger and I got to the point where we're yelling at him, "We want to stop at the Fair. Get off the road now!"

Naturally, as is the case with Perry, we continued on toward 

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