The road was clear, and there were few vehicles along the way, making their journey very smooth.
Except for the occasional times when Alexander just had to be mischievous and seek thrills.
After several instances, Purple could somewhat understand that he used her to relieve the boredom of driving for long periods.
What a bad guy.
When they passed a gas station, they encountered a group of young travelers who cast envious glances at Alexander and Purple's RV.
One of the boys struck up a conversation with Alexander, asking, "Dude, your ride is really nice, where are you planning to go?"
Alexander didn't put on airs and conversed like an ordinary road tripper, "We're heading to Cascadia."
The other person, obviously a frequent traveler, immediately recognized the place and said, "Cascadia? The one near West Hill?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
"That's still pretty far, buddy, you've got at least ten more hours of driving."
