I don't get around a whole hell of a lot. Before May of 2010, the farthest I had been from my hometown Sacramento, CA was Oregon. Then I flew out to Bomb Prom, a moped rally in Cincinnati, Ohio. One day while I was there, I went on a road trip with some friends from San Francisco and Sacramento. We went and got too many fireworks in Kentucky, and went to what would be more appropriately called an alcoholics wet dream than a liquor store in Indiana (crap, I think it was Indiana). All things considered it was a pretty short drive, but by the time I got back home and reflected on the whole trip to Ohio I realized something: Why the hell didn't I do that sooner?