So Paul Simon got a pretty solid airing on the car stereo.
We realised we hadn't named the car, he's now christened Donald, after the other white monster.
We drove the Smokey Mountain Expressway into Tennessee and ended up in Nashville with the beautiful, wonderful, Old Sea Brigade.
We saw a lot of cowboys and a lot more country music. We saw a Grand Ole Opry show and cringed as the crowed cheered our car's namesake.
Cat thought she saw Taylor Swift and we boozed some more Turns out Nashville makes some ace beer. Bearded Iris' new brewery bar was especially ace.
And then to Graceland. We were both getting close to burn out with too much food, booze and car time so missed most of Memphis other than the beaut Graceland which is exactly as tacky as I hoped it'd be.