This morning I woke up in my regular way at 7:44am without any alarm. The New Mexican sun was already burning. I met a ball-headed guy on the parking lot, who told me how shitty California is and that he got divorced recently…blablabla. We followed the suggestion of the motel crew and started the day in a small Mexican style restaurant. I got the breakfast special - delicious. Two pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs later we were on the road again - almost…we needed sunglasses first.

Do you know these “co-pilots” who are talking shit all the time and you already start to think, how you explain, that you forgot him/her at the restroom and realized it hours later when it was too late to turn…
Well, Thomas is the opposite. He doesn’t speak and from time to time I have to slap him to check if he is still among us, because with the glasses I cannot see him twinkering. The rest of the time he is sleeping or reading this strange book about math in physics. (note to myself: wait till he sleeps again and throw it out of the window.)

I was driving for 10 hours in a row and we are still in Arizona - The Grand Canyon State. I missed the big Saguaro cactus things, but finally 20 miles West of Tucson, I spotted the first. I failed making a cool picture in front of one because of the law that doesn’t allow you to stop without an emergency…

The day is pretty much over we are going to drive a couple more hours. Right now we are sitting in a Starbucks, because Mr Kiefer (the quiet guy) is addicted to their Cafe Latte. I keep telling him, that the reason that he wakes up every morning looking like shit might be somehow related to drinking coffee every evening. But the strange thing with those super smart guys is: usually they solve equations but their logic ends in the real world

Btw: we almost crashed the 2008 Impala when a Truck had a tire problem right in front of us. So far nothing worth to say, but at that time Kief was steering (while I was driving and setting up the Ipod). So far nothing worth to say, but my little mowl did not wanted to change lanes just because of different coloured tar…when I was looking up again I was driving 80mph and I had a tire of an 18-wheeler right in front of me and only 50yrds to go. Well, I am writing all this stuff so lets finish with:

MICHAEL SCHUMACHER WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME!!!!