Have you ever wanted just to chuck it all and take off? Not for a weekend at the beach or a week at a nude Mexican all-inclusive, but really take off? Kevin and Stacy did just that, walking away from their careers in banking and riding their Motorcycle for years all over the country. Follow along as Award-Winning author, Kevin Cochrane (3rd Grade Best at Kickball), takes you on a wild trip to places like New Orleans, Area 51, Sturgis, and even the NASA Spacecraft Center and the Liberty Bell. His common-sense approach to seeing the world, along with his unhinged sense of humor, will have you wondering why cars roll up hill in a part of Texas, which Hooters has the best chicken wings, and why he hasn’t been institutionalized. This isn’t a how-to book, it isn’t a tour guide, and it really isn’t even a biography. It’s the story of two crazies seeing America and having the time of their lives. Have you ever just said, “F*CK IT!” "What this guy wrote are the dumbest things I've ever heard, and I live in Arkansas." - Arkansas Library Book Review - "The author should either be institutionalized or euthanized. Society cannot have him loose to roam about the country." - American Readers Review of Books - "We didn't read it or review it." - New York Times, Associated Press, Publishers Weekly, Los Angeles Times, etc., etc., etc. - "The best damned book I've ever had someone read to me!" - L'il Louie, Resident at Pearl Moon Trailer Park -      I don't think of myself as a great traveler like Marco Polo or Lawrence of Arabia, even though he did die in a motorcycle accident - Lawrence of Arabia, not Marco Polo.  I don't even think of myself as a particularly good writer, even though my scribbles were good enough to get published - so nanner nanner!        Look, I'm not even deep enough to think much about anything except beer, sports, and porn - and not even necessarily in that order.  Oh yeah, and riding motorcycles, I think about that sometimes too.      My wife Stacy and I like traveling because it's a way to avoid weddings, funerals, and graduations.  "Sorry, we'd love to buy you a toaster oven at Walmart and come to your wedding, but we're sightseeing in Fond-du-Lac, Wisconsin.  Maybe we can make it the next time you get married!"   It's hard for folks to be angry at you for missing their tow-headed kid's GED ceremony when you are thousands of miles away, and you did mail him a set of used lawn darts from the thrift store.      Once - actually, more than once - we rode our Harley around the perimeter of the United States.  Yeah, it was pretty f*cking amazing, and along the way, we collected more than a few stories, so here's the deal.  Crack open a beer, tell the kids to play outside with a chainsaw, hedge trimmer, or nail gun, lie back on your vinyl-covered sofa-sleeper, and read this book.      It probably won't change your life, but it might make you laugh at our dumb asses once or twice.  And if you laugh once or twice, that might make you quit yelling at your mother-in-law, and once that happens, who knows? You might take a few night community college classes in ornamental horticulture and discover the hidden you! Although my mother wasn't there when I was born, the paperwork says I weighed 7 pounds, 6 ounces - exactly the average for male births in the United States. From that day forward, I have been average or below average in everything I've done. I stumbled my way through college and graduate school, getting piles of fancy-looking diplomas. Then, faking a heart attack after 25 years as a senior banking executive, I was wheeled away to rise again as a university economics professor until they caught me 21 years later. In between, my wife and I have traveled and lived all over the world, experienced a lot of crazy shit, drank a lot of beer, and always laughed the whole way. We currently make our home anywhere that isn't a Warsaw Pact country - although some are under consideration...