In the 12 trips I have driven across Utah I have always attempted to never set foot on the ground, but it's never happened. With this being my last trip, I thought it was feasible. Utah can suck a fat dick and I will never go back. If you are from Southern Utah (Green River, Richfield, Beaver, Cedar City or Saint George) I would go to your local WalMart, since every town there over 1000 people has one (I have nothing against WalMart, I patronize it heavily, but when it makes up 90% of your town's sales then it seems kind of socialist or completely efficient, I'm not sure) buy a gun, put it in your mouth and pull the trigger. It will just make your life a lot better. Look I'm sure UT is sweet if you're from Ohio or Minnesota or something, but it seriously sucks dick. Southern UT is fucking weird, there are several towns that I believe are just 1 large Mormon family and why is the windshield wiper fluid at gas stations always really clean? I mean that's cool, but it's creepy as fuck.
So back to the point, my car was running well and had gotten close to 30 MPG and I topped off at Grand Junction, the Utah of Colorado. It is about 400 miles from there to the Nevada border and I thought I had it. I was planning a McCormick's shot and a victory jerk for the border passing.
I had it all planned out. I wasn't going to make it rain on I-70 like usual and get another ticket from officer Brigham Young. I was going to stay at more fuel efficient 85 MPH. But I got complacent. Well I had to refuel and touch that bullshit UT ground.
cliff notes: FUCK UTAH.