Back on the Train

Back on the Train

Hey Team,

It’s official, for the first time in MONTHS I’m back on a train! Man I missed these things. Lots of legroom, a little outlet right next to my seat for Charley to suck dry, and seats wider than my tiny little backside.


I wasn’t able to pull together enough cash for another rail pass but I did get enough for a one-way ticket to Michigan to make the crop circle happen! (Thanks a TON to everyone that donated this week! You guys are amazing. Seriously…one full ton of thanks.) And in a startling turn of luck (the kind that I often have to ignore else I start to think the world really does revolve around me) a team of endurance racers ( and I came to an agreement on transportation westward after the MI. I’m picking up a 1984 Cadillac hearse in Indianapolis later this week that they need to have in San Francisco around the end of the month. As a result I get a cool ride to the last couple destinations I need to hit in the Midwest with Team Do or Die buying the gas and they get their car delivered to San Francisco by a trustworthy young Amtrekker and a little extra publicity. I can’t wait!

Until then, if you need me I’ll be sitting right here in front of the little old lady that smells like Virginia Slims and complains about everything that manages to catch her eye…like my seatmate’s man-ponytail.

I’m done.


Just for the record. Bookingbuddy really is a pretty rad website if you’re looking to plan a trip. It actually allows you to search most of the top website from one location. Pretty handy! But more importantly…our new affiliation with means all you have to do to help out Amtrekker is click on one of their ads and sign up for an awesome newsletter filled with travel deals! Thanks everyone!


3 Replies to “Back on the Train”

  1. I know you well enough to know that once you have that hearse and you try to sleep in there at night you’ll get the creeps and have nightmares. Sissy.

  2. I hear the souls of purgatory bound dead leave an ectoplasmic residue that cannot be seen, only felt. One night when you’re driving on the darkest stretch of highway with only the flicker of your dying headlights you’ll feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and a soft, cold breeze pass over your skin, though the windows remain closed, and you will know that you at not alone.

    ..then you’ll probably pee your pants.

    …then I will make fun of you relentlessly. People don’t forget when you tinkle your trousers, trust me.

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