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14 miles per hour on Interstate 10. They say there's an accident up ahead somewhere, allegedly. It's kind of funny, the left lane, there's been signs saying that the left lane's closing. But I still see people from the middle lane jumping over there. So that's why, kids, traffic is always backed up. There goes another metal-aner. Oh, lordy, I bite my tongue very hard. Anyways, zero MPGs. Woohoo, look at me, parked on the interstate. Here is a telephone pole that, or sorry, not a telephone pole, but a cellular pole, dressed up as a palm tree. If I didn't just get my view blocked by the JV Hunt truck, I would have taken a picture. But yeah, that's a new twist on those. I like the ones that we have up front. So if I was a super trucker, I could be home at 709 a.m., but I am not said super trucker anymore. The days of driving 650 miles is behind me, I think. And yesterday, planting all that dust, moving everything around, kind of took a toll on the body today. So I'm shooting for 200 miles. But like I said, the quicker you get out of California, the better off you are. No offense, Kenna, love you. But yeah, Northern California is a great place. I wouldn't mind being up there. But anyways, I'll be cruising and lurking here. I'll have to change my battery out here soon. N7, WAA.