Chapter 7: Indiana Dunes

While the rest of us used the bathrooms one last time, Driver Brian went to sleep in the driver’s cabin and Driver Chris changed into a pair of red lifeguard shorts and a stained grey t-shirt with the words, ‘I am Made of Meat’ half hidden behind his copious facial hair. The beautiful brown-skinned teacher from New York was sitting on the buddy seat with her back leaning against his shoulder, so I sat on the first seat across the aisle next to Mother Michelle. She was telling the Irish Twins all about her previous cross-country trip.

Apparently, PAC-MAN had only brought one change of clothes with him, so Driver Chris reluctantly allowed him to hang his wet garments on the dashboard handrail. While it seemed odd to bring no clothes on a ten-day adventure trip, I found his tiger-print underwear  ...