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The only other time I've been in a car for as long as I was just in a car was in 1998 when me and my then boyfriend drove from San Francisco to Death Valley and back in 36 hours. But even then we stopped to sleep. This time? Nonstop action. And it's true-- there wasn't any sleep 'til Brooklyn. And I had to get up and work the next day.
So I'm not sure how ready I am to hop in a car again for 16 hours straight, but Chicago itself was a blast-- swimmin', ridin', track standin' (all pictured below)-- plus, on the way back we stopped at Johnny's parents' house on Lake Michigan, where we ate ice cream and swam some more. Can you dig it?
