The way out of here is down this runway. When I drive Janet on it, I always think of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and how great if she could get…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…

San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…