Fountain Inn, SC. I'm not off to a roaring start, but I'm out here. I'll be going to Virginia. It's not a long trip.

Part of me feels numb for being out here. Somewhere in the back of my mind there was a desperate hope that if I just ignored the truck and USX they'd both go away. But they didn't. And now, sitting here, I'm keenly aware that I feel like looking through that windshield is like watching images on a television screen.