Virginia is one big-ass, boring-to-drive-through state. It's about 330 miles the way I come through, and there's not a worthwhile thing in most of the state except a whole gang of Waffle Houses and cheap cigarettes.
Currently I'm freaking out because the fluorescent light over the mirror in this motel room makes it quite evident that I am totally fucking grey-headed. I swear, two more years and I'll be a complete greybeard, minus the beard.
When I was getting gas in Winchester, there was a towheaded woman wearing a beret at the pump next to me in a car with a "I think, therefore I vote Republican" bumper sticker, and I totally called her a honky motherfucker.