they advertise like $1 ride from sacramento to SF w wifi and shit, but there has to be more to it than that

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32429863)

It's fine. Double decker bus full of college students. Requires online purchase so that filters out the bums

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32433114)

i will say that it is very serene on the side of the road. no streetlights and it is like 50 degrees. packed a quick lip (skoal straight) and enjoyed the night air. saw a truck stop and wondered if i should check for halford and doobs but richard was ambling back to the bus.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32429900)

richard put on the high beams. we just passed a brown sign for Fillmore Glen Park and are entering Homer NY. Another patch of fog and we might as well be driving through a cloud. 30 seconds later it breaks again. Passing exit 12 to Homer. A billboard for a mortgage company. SUNY Cortland next exit.

High beams off now. industrial parks on the right. can barely see the golden arches and now they're gone. 13 miles to marathon, 60 to binghamton. mcgraw 1 mile. taillights barely visible but we're closing. quite fast. is the driver impaired? there's mcgraw. truck stop with a dunkin donuts and nothing more. the road is three lanes now. marathon 12. we're passing the car - its a chvy 4x4. now a billboard - dont let children die from child abuse. compelling stuff.

high beams flashed for an instant. every 2 seconds a tenth mile indicator. mule 48 icy pavement zone. richard straddling the median like a negress in heat. a road sign thats nothing more than a crooked arrow. mile 47. heavy fog once more.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430292)

marathon 1 mile. indeed. bowman lake state park exit 9. marathon home to a country hills motel if the sign is current. sunoco and valero - marathonites are spoited for choice. we're passing industrial parks or aliens, couldnt say for certain. IT CAN WAIT TEXT STOP 5 MILES. Can see the very edge of the town - a charming colonial and a spartan 4 way crossing. now a roadside motel. SQUARE DEAL MACHINING INC. Speed limit 65. 7 miles to whitney point. spectral backlit sillhouettes of naked trees. BROOME COUNTY.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430305)

Speed limit 65. Richard saying fuck libs. i can see the reflection of the speedometer in the window but the numbers are obscured by the reflection of the steering wheel. every streetlight deserves a picture in reverse. subway subway subway. Whitney Point Lisle. Exit 8 South 81. Three red lights on the right.

TRUCK WASH. Zero visibility to the west from the reflected glare inside the bus. Nothing worth describing. Like a sign thats just an arrow pointing in the direction of travel. Mile 28. Binghamton 14 scranton 69. Scranton kicking the shit out of binghamton. we are passed by a chrysler 300. taillights are two perfect pairs of two perfect red circules. more taillights in the distance. its a big rig rigPIG poasting fuck libs fuck nigs. (not cool btw). an suv ahead, maybe a crv. richard eases off the gas as we hit mile 24.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430321)

HIGH BEAMS. just for a sec. just keeping them honest. mile 19 81 south. long stretches of nothing but mile markers. Chenango Br. State speed limit 55. Richard pretends not to see. 2 sets of headlights ahead. the same from before? one took exit 6 down into the gorge, down to binghamton, which is completely invisible. visibility to my left now. cvs moes anytime fitness. a hojo on the right. two orthogonal sets of streetlights, one orange, one white. an iindustrial parl. a comfort inn. the fog scatters the ambient light of the town and its almost morning. a marriot. a structure that looks for all the world like a stable for cars. visibility less than 5 stripes agead.

suddently bathed in orange light as the road coverges with another. were on a bridge now, passing the binghamton exit. richard off the fucking reservation AND GETS DUSTED by a dodge ram on the median. Houses beside the road, down below.

the pitcho= of the road changes as we begin an ascent. an oil tanker ahead, colesville road on the right. high beams as we pass a country pride. TRUCK PARKING. Scranton New York City.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430326)

Boom high beams. we're straight driving through ghosts and they are passing through the bus and giving the passengers nightmares. Dreams of death. But now a brak in the fog as we must be coming up on scranton. The electric city. A noble leaping stag owns the next mile of the road. next rest area 25 miles. Pennsylvania welcome center 1 mile. Pennsylvania welcomes you. But dont rest for at least 24 miles.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430336)

the fog breaks and there is the vaguest notion of a community below on the east. but the fog eats it alive and everyone died. Exit 223 to New Milford is only 2 miles away now. Montrose next right. I've never felt mmore alive.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430345)

Fuck its foggy. Cant see 2 median stripes down the road. We pass a roadside commercial plaza and the fog scatters white light. Steady stretch of nothing as visibility improves to three median stripes. We're bouncing through the ether. Fog clears on the left enough to see another impossibly tall exxon sign. mile 215. lenox 6 scranton 30. i hear the theme song in my head. spectral backlit trees. Home Cooked Meals! Not tonight. Not for me and Richard. We're in charge of getting these 30 souls to new york. Gods in charge after that.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430358)

a blast of cool air from the front of the bus. feels like it alaways does at the end of an all nighter. too cold and no way to cover up. Scranton expwy 1/4 mile. Next time. Richard and i have business to attend to before dawn.

We're driving between the hills in scranton now. Johnson college is having an open house on march 4th. i thought birds were out but its the wipers cleaning the soup off the glass. Wilkes Barre Intl airport follow some shit road, go to some shit place. nah. dunmore? nah. throop? nope. were pelting down a 5 lane highway and we are the only ones, everyone else was raptured, everyone but me and richard. The famous Tigue St is only 1/2 mi. We are bathed in orange light. Random orange stars approacch and recede. The road is way too windy it makese no sense. Unlessit was built around the world. it must have been built around the world.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430382)

we're ascending mt pocono and the fog has imrpoved from terrifying to comical. like how is that even possible. but it breaks! speed limit 70 but richard has pulled back. maybe out of love for this bus, which is struggling to climb thiss mountain. richard hits the safety strip, oh, never mind, thats just the road and its been like this for 3 hours. a perfect crescent moon visible for the first time all trip but i can see a wall of fog 3a mile fown. were back in the womb. Taillights and hazards ahead. But the fog breaks again and the taillights recede.

Going downhill now and richard is making up for lost time. Mount pocono and richards attendant rest stop at 17 miles away. it's 514 in the morning. a pokey sedan smokes us on the left then eases up. maybe they were just lonely in this night. the taillights make us safer. we can see what they do. a rig stopped on the right. i can only assume the driver is dead by halford's hand.

guildsboro 1 mile. the boro of guilds. SLOW DOWN AND USE CAUTION. FUCK LIBS. but inexplicably we slow. we take the exit. we turn left. the lights are on. we approach the rest stop.

LOL. Another Burger King.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430393)

The man in line in front of me wears a nascar hat and reindeer pyjama bottoms. Behind the counter is Wanita. Wanita looks like the face of meth, but just appalachian, with hair that is not blonde, but yellow. she is warm and courteous to me, but says to herself "I'm going to choke that girl if I ever see her again." She remembers herself and says "Excuse me." I say "I didn't hear anything" and wink.

Richard cant wait to get on the road again. 106 miles to go. He warns us that more fog is likely, and tells us to expect another hour and 35 minutes. Only a mile a minute. Richard is slipping. He sounds tired. He invites to to set back n relax. I oblige.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430411)

Instead the FOG returns. It's bad folks. Believe me. Just terrible. Call Sean Hannity. Taillights suddently visible. Richard dusts the crossover hybrid suv. Tannersville 1 mile. 297.8. Days Inn on the right.

The asian women behind me are awake and chatting. I resent them for intruding on my experience. Where were you three hours ago? Not awake like me and richard. DENSE FOG ADVISORY. Targeted Enforcement Area. Peterbilt. An impetuous Nisssan passes on the left. An industrial plaza on the left. A Honda smokes us on the left. A Hampton Inn on the left. Nothing again.

The Largest Christmas Factory. A shoppers wonderland. Gas station on the right. Gas station on the left. Pocono Medical Center. St. Lukes Medical Center. Ted Snow Strnegth Coach. Coach me how to be strong Ted Snow. Lend me your strength for this journey tonight.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430439)

Buttzville 1/4 mile. WE MISSED IT. Richard a clothmo I guess. 10 miles to Netcong. It's still there, we're all gooone. Fog is back but Richard didnt notice. We are seriously pushing 100 mph. Everyone else has their hazards on. Another spectral forest backlit from a parking lot on the right. Now just a rwo of streetlights that ends abruptly and we are in space again. Space with median strips. CLosing rapidly on a rig, dust it. there is nothing in front of us.

BOOOOM HIGH BEAMS. Now there's 20 yards of road before space begins. I think there are treees. Netcong New York City. What's the difference? FINES DOUBLED. So $200000 if Richard is pulled over right now. Lucky for him sonar, laser, nothing is detecting anything tonight. The fog breaks never mind.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430462)

Dawn breaks in the east. The tops of the trees are visible. Gandalf skullfucks like 3000 orcs. Wharton Dover Sparta One Mile.

The lansscaoe becomes visible. I see it for the first time. I see the mystery imbued in the roadside. Miles and miles of pavement and concrete blocks. Barron Trump playing minecraft with his elbows. Raymour & Flanagan. There's no mystery. The mystery is in the night and the fog. The asian woman behind me coughs with her mouth open. Richard is the Burger King.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32430482)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#32433354)

i've worked a lot harder than most, i've had a reasonable amount of success in my life, i take good care of my loved ones, i cucked Jeremy Renner, i've done some sports stuff that was objectively badass, my standardized test scores are sick, but for better or worse this is one of the things i'm proudest of in my life. i turned a shit bus ride into a decent story and entertained a friend before he passed on.

P.S. Fuck the NSA (not a citizen so y'all don't even need a warrant, hope you like Kelly Divine cause that's who we're watching tonight), fuck Los Zetas, fuck Fauci (vainglorious little bitch), and fuck Hunter Biden. Honor your father and mother.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3499752&forum_id=2#42747635)