5:00 p.m.

Lexington, Virginia

For dinner we stopped at a truck stop with a restaurant called Berky's. The guy who owns it collects old toy cars, and they are displayed all over the dining room in glass cases. Once we sat down to eat, a girl with heavy makeup and moussed hair offered to take our order. We both got the salad bar and spaghetti special. After we ate, I sat with a truck driver from Illinois and talked about fuel prices. He was hesitant to talk to me at first, stuttering and speaking slowly with a thick accent. I guess I was the first person in a long time to ask him his opinion. He seemed angry and blamed everything on the government and the oil companies.