I'll get right to the point and follow up later with stories of massage angels, bugattis and Aston martins.
Getting out of Manhattan? Piece of cake. Hell, we even saw a Porsche miss the very first turn.
As we're laughing, the highway just disappeared. Literally. The best part, we dragged half the field down with us as they followed our mistake. Which we're pretty sure was an act of god and NOT navigator error!
Our first leg is 927 miles and dumps is in indianapolis. According to our calculations and taking into account the mandatory 2 hour stop, our target time is 11:50 tomorrow morning.
Yep. Lost already, but gold 101 is about to rip through the catskills and back on track.
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