Made it to Myrtle Beach this weekend. Wound up staying in a Days Inn for lack of money and lust for vacation. Stayed there 3 nights, and the girlfriend opted to go halves on a nice beachfront room for a night. So I obliged. Total of four nights. Left Saturday at 6:00AM. Made it there about 4:30. Made really good time on the way down. Drove past a CRZ fresh on the lot right as I crossed the South Carolina border. Wanted to check it out but wanted to see the beach worse. Less than a quarter mile down the road there was a flat black rex for sale. Again wanted to but didn't. Enjoyed our stay. Stayed on Ocean Boulevard the whole time. It was really nice. Ate at a few nice places. Went to Bodo's authentic German restaurant. Got Kartoffelpfankuchen, or potato pancakes with some kraut on the side, and decided that I'll never be able to spend a long time abroad, because I was in the shitter before the bill came. The toilet wouldn't flush or plunge, so I left them a nice surprise, and felt really bad about it. Came back to the table to get the bill and found that the GF had already paid and she informed me that it was a race against the clock for her not shitting her pants. Made it back safe thank god, but I know to not eat there unless I'm ready to shit quickly. On the way home, I was kicking some ass on the highway, because we dicked around a little too long in the morning and got out a lot later than I had hoped. Plus my GF had gotten me turned around 3 times and is hereby fired from navigator position. Right around the middle of Virginia, I saw a state boy on the other side of the road while I was in the midst of passing on the right doing 90 lol. So since he was doing 150 miles an hour less than me, I figured I could just keep on and he'd never catch up. Well he gave up before he even started, but radioed ahead to the end of the tunnel I was about to go in, and coming out of the tunnel, there he was. Pulled me over, was a real dick about it. "License and registration" "Do you need my proof of insurance?" *annoyed "License and registration" "Yes sir...There you are" "Know why I pulled you over?" "I was probably going a little quick back there" "Yeah. Any idea how fast you were going?" "Not really" "Guess" Now I'm thinking either he wants to see if I'm lying to him or he has no radar on me and wants me to confess... eh fuck. "85?" "Exactly" Fuck. No radar and I just fessed to what I thought was 20 over, "That's 30 above the limit, it's 55 through here" "55?" "Yeah, theres a sign right back there. We're in a 65, but where you were was a 55" "I wasn't trying to play dumb sir, I just-" *walks away "fuck youuuuuuuuuu" Comes back and hands me a ticket written out for 85 in a 65. Reckless speeding and a paper to be tried in absence. So now I'm sweating bullets about work (I drive a bus) and I have a fine coming my way. I did average out my gas mileage too, and the paper is in my car, but off the top of my head I think it was 21mpg 26mpg 32mpg 36mpg 29mpg and 34. Pretty terrible for an HX, and I hope that this is only cause of the O2 sensor. I'll make up a nice chart. when I get the chance.