New Mexico

6. GILA BEND, AZ

6. GILA BEND, AZ

Aside from that one time in Texas we opened our sunroof all the way up and waved our hands in the air squealing like a bachelorette party in Vegas, we traveled the first 2,450 miles in relative quiet.

Beyond the sound of my typing on this laptop or Zan’s Rainman-esque running tally of roadkill — 8 armadillo, 3 skunks, 2 rabbits, 2 deer, 1 jack rabbit and an inordinate amount of indistinguishable lumps — the car was mostly calm and hot.