“FARVE HUNNER MILE? JEEZ, FARVE HUNNER MILE WOULDN’T GIT YOU OUT OF TEXAS.” A PAUSE, “UNLESS YOU WAS HEADING TOWARDS LOUISIANA.” Surely that depends on where in Texas you start from, I think, but decide not to voice. It would only add to the general air of confusion. He’s on holiday. You can guess where from.
I thought racking up over 500 miles on an island that measures only 44 by 30 was pretty good going, but Oahu, it ain’t like America. It’s an itty bitty little place, smaller than Houston. But it packs it in, and so have we: film sets, Mustang meets, surfing, volcanoes, daft shirts, a bloody gyrocopter, an autosolo. We came, we shaka’d, we brah’d and we left.
There is no element that ties these things…