Road Enthusiasts Prints

'Are we nearly there yet?'

Sailor in Car.

Kardiff.

Songs about Texas, next 1100 miles.

Cash Machines From Across the Land

Yes, That Was The Exit

I always play the GPS through the backseat speakers. That's were I'm used to receiving instructions.

YONDER...next 347 miles.

"If I were a surgeon, Mr. Ferguson, which I ain't, and your car was my patient, which it ain't—except that it is, in a funny sort of way; that is, if you want to look at it like that; you know what I mean—and you was her husband, I'd have to say, 'Sir, your wife is going to need a valve job.,"

"No matter what, sleep when the bay sleeps."

Mohammad's motors

Caution (arrow falling from sky sign)

"The crash-test rating on this puppy is off the charts!"

'If the GPS has to tell you, 'No, we're not there yet' one more time...'

"Another reckless baby driver! I'd arrest the whole lot of them if they weren't so damn cute."

Reserved space is reserved for a dinner table.

Fred interpreted the word compact as a verb, not as an adjective.

GPS can still have a few bugs in the system.

Recalculating!

Penguin Remote

"That's you nomad's answer to everything...ROAD TRIP!"

Id/Ego/Superego.

'Oh - go get yourself a porsche.'

You are now leaving Everything..."Well, now I've seen everything."

Vulture proclaims its love for highways.

Sometimes nature not only calls; she makes an emergency breakthrough.

Filling up.

"Left, right, left, then straight ahead."

'I'm OK, but the car is in 'intensive care'!'

'If only you could do this with a cow once in a week, we'd save a lot of money for the food delivery service, Rupert!'