After about ten hours you start feel like your in your own world. A world that moves a little faster than everything else. The towns sitting still as we zip by. Binghampton, Scranton, Harrisburg... On Sunday, we drove the fifteen hours from Syracuse to South Carolina. The bulk of the road on Interstate 81, Syracuse to Roanoke, running along the Appalachian mountains from North to South. Auto Fatigue usually creeps in between eight and ten hours. It usually starts with the feeling that you've hit the wall. You can't go any more. This is usually, but not always, followed by a period of renewed vigor, which of course is just the beginning of a period of temporary insanity. A euphoric insanity nonetheless, punctuated by giggling spurts. I knew we were in trouble when, just after dark, Jenn look out the window and said "Is that a water tower or a UFO?" When it took me a few seconds to decide, I knew it was time to stop for a break. Dunkin Donuts shone ahead, like a welcomed beacon in the night. A sure cure, at least temporarily from the ravages of Auto Fatigue. I don't usually drink coffee, but now it seemed essential. Two donuts, and a cup of joe would certainly keep us going. Only a few hours now. Ironically, after drinking most of the DD's coffee we both felt strangely relaxed. "Are you feeling sleepy?", Jenn asked. "No, but I don't think that coffee did much for me", I replied. "Maybe they switched the pots." "Maybe we got the decaf by mistake." We decided to pull over again, and refuel; the car and ourselves. By now we were crossing into Virginia. Of course, under the extreme effects of Auto Fatigue, I quipped "Hey Jenn, look we're heading into the great state of Vaginia." I proudly looked over at Jenn with a grin, awaiting a response to my comedic genius. Jenn looked over without missing a beat and said "Yeah, and to think we were just in Penisylvania a few hours ago!" Ah yes, potty humor is the ruler of the day! After refueling with Mountain Dew and roasted almonds we hit the road again, for the final stretch. In just a few more miles we'd be headed due south on 77 through Mt. Airy and down towards Charlotte. By the time we hit 85 in Charlotte, we had gotten our second wind. Just a few more hours now.