Yank Tanks… my experience
Thursday, February 28th, 2008 by JonathanI’m really not a truck guy – although I do drive one for some very foolish reason. On any given morning of the week, you can see me and my extra long F-150 making a fool of ourselves trying to back out of the post office parking lot. It may be the absolute epitome of impracticalities in my life as I have absolutely no use for the huge bed and gas isn’t getting any cheaper, but there is a certain comfort that comes from knowing that a big steel frame protects me from the few thousand crazies I drive to/from work with each day.
During my recent excursion in Texas, I had the pleasure of driving my brother’s equally gas-hungry, and much younger Chevy Avalanche – that SUV/Truck looking getup you see in the sexy commercials. The truck was all power, and had just about every bell and whistle I could imagine. It was a source of comfort as I hit the road from Houston to San Antonio – a high-octane 200 mile blast through the tranquil fields of South Texas. As I left the concrete jungle of Houston behind me, I recognized myself falling very much into the truck culture. A $10 cowboy hat, a muscle-tee, and the “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” soundtrack only strengthened the sensation. An hour into my trip, I pulled off of that massive highway, and navigated down one of the millions of miles of CRs (county roads) veining out into the real meat of the state.
My fondest memories of the trip took place on those CRs… and at the bars in Austin of course!





Some interesting figures trying to asses the true cost of the war in the middle east are starting to surface and make for interesting and disturbing reading: