Do you know what I expect when I see a sign that reads “Automated Dinosaurs Ahead?” Dinosaurs. That are automated. Shame on you, Stewarts Petrified Wood, for letting us down with your lies. They did have petrified wood, though, along with an ostrich farm and a whole host of dinosaur statues featuring unlucky female mannequins. So maybe they were only half-lying. Such are the potential pitfalls of traveling along Route 66. Things that are not a bait-and-switch include Crater National Park, which is breath-taking and features an exhibit featuring the sweet MIDI tunes of Nashville composer Frank Cicalese, and our current residence, the Motel Safari, which beats the hell out of the Circus Circus Manor in Las Vegas. Note to potential customers: do not bring up how much the town of Tucumcari reminds you of Radiator Springs from Cars. Apparently they find the comparison unfavorable.
I admit it: I failed to live up to my promise. There was no tour diary entry yesterday. That said, there is a good reason: I’ve been having a @#&% blast! I decided to have my cake and 
ons! Vic-20 is back in the game and coming at you live from the Fairmont Olympic here in lovely Seattle, where I sit and rest my weary feet which have covered an ungodly amount of convention-hall ground during this first official day of the 
I must admit that it is tough to write this final tour diary entry from the comfort of my dining room. There is something about typing out these entries in the van, at a cafe, or in someone else’s kitchen that lends the whole process a sense of immediacy and authenticity. Now I am just relating tales of things past, like an aged man capturing his memoirs for posterity. But relate I must! For you, the fans, wait hungrily for details of the final tour dates. Wait no more: they are here.
Hello from sunny, sparkly Los Angeles! Today is our only true, don’t-have-to-drive-anywhere day off. We are staying at the home of legendary drummer 
San Diego is a big place, full of big things: bridges, roadways, hangovers. We had a little fear & loathing last night, but in the good way. 
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