Seriously, Haz, You're Going To Iowa?

I yam.  And I'm rolling to Iowa right now while you are sipping your morning coffee and eating your bacon and eggs and bacon and reading Lem's blog.  Mrs. Haz and I are in the Hazmobile, full fuel load, radar detector set to sensitive, radio set to country, cruise control set to too-fast, and sunroof set to fully open.

We're on a mission.  It involves methanol, eleven hundred horsepower engines, men with large arm muscles, a young relative, an older relative, a dead cop, plenty of dirt, and something called The Granddaddy Of Them All.

We'll be in Iowa for four days.  There will be updates.  Carry on.