Thursday night, Dick and I made the 52-minute trek to Lincoln for Third Thursday. Yes, 52 minutes -- the GPS navigation system in the Mach V told me so.
(Mach because its badass fast, V because the "V" in the new Civic logo is the biggest letterform. Maybe? I'm trying it out. Not saying it will end up as the name.)
This being the first real road trip in the Mach V, 1000 miles into its life, I was excited. We programmed the navigation system to guide us, took off about 5:15 and were into Lincoln just after 6. When we got there, we discovered $82 of the $100 sponsored money was already gone -- damn you, expensive hotel bar! Dick's Guiness cost him $7.50; my Bud Light was $6. Good lord, those are San Francisco prices without the San Francisco ambience.
So after an hour of sitting around with the likes of Nielsen, Sockrider and others, we made the executive decision to move TT to a cheaper bar. Namely, Yia Yia's, where pizza is cheap and beer is even cheaper. $2 Old Style tall boys -- 16 oz! -- in commenorative Chicago Cubs jersey cans. "The Cubs jersey is not just a uniform. Its an honor we're proud to share during this 2006 season." Ahem, this 2006 last place season. They forgot that part.
When I went with the pepperoni/hamburger slice of pizza, I was roundly ridiculed -- Dick manned up and ordered potato and corn pizza. Which sounds disgusting, looks edible, and probably tastes better than expected. But I enjoyed my hamburger and pepperoni just the same.
Late in the evening, we convinced Nielsen to go see the free Pat Benatar show at the Nebraska fair in a couple weeks, even though we're pretty sure he has no idea who Pat Benatar is -- just that the chance to get cheap beer at a free outdoor concert sounds like a good time so why not? So at least there will be one guy from that office at the show...which is nice.
At the end of the evening, it was time to program the navigation system, which turned into quite a battle. Dick tried for several minutes to program it to find Omaha. I tried for several more, at one point exclaiming "Dammit, we've made the drive back and forth a million times without navigation!" But still, having the computer lady tell you when to turn is pretty cool. So we persisted. Eventually we got it figured out, and navigation lady ("Navi") guided us out of Lincoln and into Omaha.
You bet.
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