“Nothing says ‘American’ like a big-bearded, big-bellied man in a Harley-Davidson T-shirt with a little sticker on his chest that reads: I voted. Wait, that was Mark.”
–Mark Bloom & Jason Scholder (2010)
Don't Even Go There—Travel Writing for the Rest of Us
Even if the world is your oyster, you can still chip a tooth on its shell. While travel magazines feature exotic locales of breathtaking beauty, we expose sites so depressing that no traveler this side of Edgar Allan Poe would venture there without a tub-load of tranquilizers. Take Las Vegas (please) and the $5.99 all-you-can-eat buffet line at Sam’s Town. That's the world we explore at Don’t Even Go There.
On this site, we tell of places we’ve visited but wish we hadn’t. We reveal vacation plans gone awry and relate horror stories from the road best abandoned. These true stories reflect where we’ve chosen to go. We only have ourselves to blame. We rarely needed to exaggerate—the truth really is stranger than a Dan Brown novel.
Don’t Even Go There: travel tips for those of us who aren’t escorted by security guards, pampered by wealthy benefactors, or provided a generous per diem. This blog is for seasoned travelers and armchair tourists who want the real world first-hand and head-on, with all its drama, horror, and humor. You’ll laugh at us, cry with us, and decide to stay home more often.
07 November 2010
The United States is a remarkable place and not necessarily because it’s a republic or because of its capitalist economy (although both help). The contradictions within our own borders are fascinating. The highways showcase literally hundreds of makes and models of cars and trucks, and yet the highway system itself could only have been built by the federal government. Sort of like capitalism riding on the back (or asphalt) of socialism. We actually love this country because of its people, as this quote demonstrates. Enjoy.