Mpls. felt like a small town as we came across the bay bridge into San Francisco. With about 18 lanes of traffic and 15 different lane messages (and for the millionth time, I don’t exaggerate), Jim accidentally went through the prepaid lane so now there is surely a picture of our license plate floating through the California data banks. We’ll probably be lucky to get on the plane to NZ now.
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