After finishing our meal we filled up the car with gas (petrol) and I got to drive for my first time ever in America. Wow is it freaky! Turning isn't weird and neither is driving on the right hand side of the road. But what is really weird is sitting in the left side of the car. It's hard to keep the car lined up and even harder to change lanes to the right (especially hard for me with a bad right eye - its much harder to check my blind spot).
Cars are much more blasae when it comes to speed limits. I always thought the maximum speed allowed on American roads was 55 mph, but on these expressways it was 70 mph. Cars will go 80 mph no worries and further out towards the desert cars were going 90 mph.
The police and troopers are different. Highway patrol wear the brown outfits and it was cool seeing 2 troopers riding their motorcycles side by side along the expressway. CHIPS eat your heart out.
I thought the coast of California looked dry but as you head east towards Arizona it reaches a new level of dryness. I started to notice changes in vegatation and the formations of the hills and mountains. We could tell we were heading further out as lane after lane dropped off until it was only 2 lanes each way. This meant a lot of slow traffic, mostly trucks haulling freight, in the right lane.
I remember seeing a cactus for the first time in a natural environment. It looked much darker/browner than what i thought it would be. I didnt expect it to be flurescent green but at least brighter than what it was. I asked Sherry if she wanted to play 'spot the cactus' but pretty soon there were cactus everywhere. Initially they seemed to be only on the sides of hills that gradually changed.
It was cool seeing endless desert and then seeing a town, sort of just transplanted into the desert from a totally different climate. Towns had really green grass and water, reminding of the Scottsdale Golf course. Other cool things were the hills and how, as Sherry put it, looked like paper-mache with that sort of crumpled tissue look around the tops. Also seeing mesa's and hills that looked like the tops had just been plucked completely off. That is another big memory of the desert - black hills of dirt, cactus, dust storms and Joshua trees.
Our 2nd to last pit-stop before hitting Phoenix was at a petrol station with the hugest flag I've ever seen. American's are big on their flag - which is great to see. Many houses that we passed in Santa Barbara had the U.S.A flag draped out the front. One biker that cruised past us wore a black leather jacket with a massive U.S flag on the back. You wouldn't see that in Australia. Americans also love it that they feel 'free'. 'The land of the free and the home of the brave'.
It was getting noticeably warmer too. The car was showing 91 or 93F, which equates to about 33 celcius. The car stayed cool and was really nice to drive too - a red Ford Escape. It's kind of a mid-sized 4wd, as opposed to the crappy petrol guzzling cream coloured PT Cruiser that we had on our first weekend. The Frod Escape had lots of room, electric seats and USB plugs for our IPOD's. It also had SIRIUS satellite radio so we got to hear some David Stern. The stereo also had voice output and also fully incorporated IPOD controls minus allowing you to rate the song.
Traffic started to get busier as we hit the outsckirts of Phoenix. I never thought Phoenix would have high rise but as we hit the centre of town the city really started to look modern. Tunnels, sidewalks and buildings - hahaha - the staples of any modern city. This was in stark contrast to our drive out of Phoenix the following day where it looked like Broadmeadows. On the way out it was funny to see a strup club right next to a school bus depot.
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