Drive to Austin

Texas: Home to a widely misused anti-littering campaign slogan and a buffoonish president who misused said slogan as a bellicose mantra.

I’m not sure if you know this, but Texas is huge.  So huge that apparently everything is bigger there.  So they say.  In this case, size isn’t everything.  The nine-hour long drive from Carlsbad, NM to Austin, TX is a whole lot of nothing.

More windmills.  The most exciting thing we saw for hours.

To entertain ourselves, I convinced Ayk to wear this spiffy moustache I got from a vending machine in Coachella, CA.

So dapper! Natty Boh would be proud.

Muwhaha!

Don’t think for a second that we kept those wonderful whiskers to ourselves.  He still wore it as we strolled around Fredericksburg, a quaint town a half-hour away from Austin.  If you couldn’t tell by the name, it was founded by German settlers.  We definitely got a few looks.

Flaunting his moustache wasn’t the only reason we stopped there; we also checked out a local microbrew. Makes sense, considering that’s the German’s hooch of choice.  Too bad the beer was disappointing.  A light-bodied IPA sure sounds refreshing, but this brewery forgot to add flavor.  At least we got to walk on the sidewalk drinking it.  So far, Texas ain’t that bad.

Enjoying my beer in public.

We couldn't bear to part with the moustache, so we put it on the car's radio.  We called him Ped-radio.  He became our mascot.  Driving for hours on end will make anything funny.