On August 17th, I set out on the open road, well, not quite. We flew into Albuquerque, New Mexico, rented a fly-ass car and started our journey to Los Angeles, California. We didn't stay in Albuquerque long, we drove over to Walter White's house but the homeowners were sitting outside. Embarrassed, we took a quick drive by video and started our ride to our first stop on this trip: Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona. We drove down Route 66 with the top down, our hair billowing in the wind, not a human in sight for miles; we felt free.