Hastening toward Wisconsin. Can it be a true road trip if you only drive one road? On the other hand, it’s a massive road, Interstate 80. And it’s the glorious Fourth.We begin at the GW bridge.

Oliver has already finessed the jump from the  cargo hold to the back seat, next to Maud.

Gil is principal road man.

John Lennon’s Dig a Pony plays repeatedly on the console.

Well, you can celebrate anything you want

Yes, you can celebrate anything you want

The land rolls by.

The trucks roll  by.

I do a road hog

Well, you can penetrate any place you go

Yes, you can penetrate any place you go

I told you so

Rain hits as I drive. Maud sweet talks her beau long distance.

Well, you can radiate everything you are

Yes, you can radiate everything you are

Eyes drift over my book as the sun sets, superlative driver Maud in the driver’s seat.

I feel the wind blow

Well, you can indicate everything you see

Yes, you can indicate anything you see

Lennon later said he thought the song was garbage. Can you imagine?

On to the Chicago Skyway at Dusk.

 

And then, all up the corridor through the great city of Chicago, starting at nine o’clock, splashes of fireworks go up from all the little communities along the way, on every side, red, pink, green, blue and silvery-white, some cascading right over our heads on the highway. Pop! Pop!

All I want is you

Everything has got to be just like you want it to

Because

Fifteen hours, forty minutes, over 1,000 miles. I’d do this again, says Gil. Maud says, Me too.