Burger Run

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Burger Run

I'm sitting at my desk when, out of the blue, it hits me: I need a burger. Not just any burger, mind you: an In-N-Out burger. The West Coast chain is the purveyor of cheap, fresh, immensely amazing burgers. No problem, right? Get up, go out the door, go to lunch.

Sure. Except for the fact that Automobile Magazine's editorial office is in Michigan, and the West Coast is, well, way out west. I check the Internet: the closest In-N-Out is in Prescott, Arizona. That's 1965 miles from Ann Arbor.

Yep, tasty burger. I stare at In-N-Out's Web site. My eyes lose focus for a second.

I call my friend Jeff Diehl. Jeff lives in Chicago; Chicago is on the way. That's good, because I can't drive 1965 miles nonstop by myself. I ask Jeff to come with me, simultaneously glancing over at the car sign-out board. The keys to a 505-hp Chevrolet Corvette Z06 dangle from one of its hooks. I mention this to Jeff; he gets silent for a moment. Then he asks when we're leaving.

I grab the keys from the board and tell the rest of the staff I'm going out for lunch.

0:00:00 Thursday: Depart Ann Arbor at 11:57 a.m. Eastern time.

0:03:21 I-94 westbound. The car jumps up to insane speeds before I can even process what's happening. Just stand on it, shift, and . . . boom! Triple digits.

0:04:44 This is great. You can essentially light-foot it up to the top of the tach (say, 4500 rpm) and then hit it--and it's only at that moment that the baffles in the exhaust open up and things get louder and go from a whahhhhh to a WHAAAAPPPP and the countryside bursts open. Awesome.

0:19:18, 21.7 miles Take time for a brief overview of things: nonexistent lumbar support, absurdly hot transmission tunnel, huge amounts of road noise (expansion joints, tire slap). Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

0:19:35, 21.9 miles Traffic opens up, and I bury the throttle. The speedo does its time-warp trick again and starts spitting out crazy digits. OK. So, not a great idea, but not necessarily a horrible one, either.

0:32:20, 34.2 miles What continually amazes me as I plow through traffic: the Z06 is really good when you honk on it, but it's also incredibly docile when you don't. Where else can you spend $65,000, get supercar performance, and yet still know your grandmother could go to the mall and back with no problems?

0:35:24, 37.4 miles Call Jeff to check in. He's been telling everyone in his office that he's about to drive a Z06 cross-country for a hamburger. The response from his coworkers is, without exception, unprintable.

0:54:41, 54.4 miles I notice that, in my rush to get out the door, I neglected to bring along any music. I call Jeff once again and tell him to grab some CDs. (He will promptly forget. Thankfully, the Z06 is equipped with XM satellite radio, which we will listen to for the next four days.)

1:31:11, 77.8 miles Passing through Battle Creek, Michigan, home of Kellogg's. Have become briefly drunk with V-8 power. Would you like some cereal? I'd like some cereal. I'll have some LS7-Ohs! The small-block breakfast with the big-block taste! Crunch crunch crunch. Still that same great pushrod flavor!

4:14:31, 236.1 miles Finally hit Chicago after hours of traffic. Proceed to spend hours in traffic in Chicago.

6:31:35, 270.3 miles 6:28 p.m. Pick up Jeff in the Chicago suburbs--he's wearing a button-down oxford and a pair of dark dress pants. He will wear these pants until the next afternoon, when the funk finally gets to him and he changes into shorts.

8:18:47, 376.8 miles We stop so Jeff can drive. I pull my cell phone from its resting place in the center console. The heat from the transmission tunnel has turned its screen blue. My wallet, however, which has been sitting next to the phone, acts as a nice butt warmer.

9:20:23, 446.2 miles We get bored and start pulling over at rest stops every twenty minutes to do burnouts. This seems to fix the boredom. The best part about all this silly hoonage, though, is that you can simply turn it off: just drop the car into sixth, roll up the windows, and everything gets quiet. We are Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Chest Hair.

11:25:33, 583.0 miles We hit Saint Louis. Almost simultaneously, Digital Underground's "The Humpty Dance" comes on the radio. The stereo, which until now has sounded boomy and muffled, suddenly becomes clear and thumpin'. We groove.

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So, did you end up eating at the Jack in the Box or the In-N-Out Burger?

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