I just might be the easiest person in the world to talk into a road trip. Elizabeth made the slightest mention that she would be in Lubbock this weekend (a couple months ago), and less than a second later she had an overeager, undereducated tour guide.

We explored a giant wooden playground, investigated "Hell's Gates," I almost parked on Buddy Holley's grave and ate pretzels bigger than our faces. That's not even an exaggeration...