This nearly had a longer title, but I was reminded of a certain publisher that recently gave us a beautiful game with a title that's approximately ninety words wrapped around a box, so I shortened.
This, though, is The Last Legend of John and Tim, an Epic Road Trip Journey.
If you were cool enough to be at GAMA you were hopefully fortunate enough to meet Tim, my best friend of a decade and a half, the man who keeps me grounded when I want to do something crazy to our business, and according to most reports, the far more pleasant human being in our relationship. I'm okay with him wearing that label, it seems burdensome to me.
Tim and I have been on many road trips, we have traveled tens of thousands of miles behind the wheel of various automotive contraptions, but having just returned from Reno we are now ready to hang up our keys. It is time to let someone else do the driving, and hopefully they will always be driving.
Before I dig into this last road trip, some highlights from the past.
We once drove to Pittsburgh without a hotel room booked for a Grand Prix. We left here with about $100 between us and a binder full of Magic cards. We didn't even play in that event, but that was the first event I ever did any kind of event coverage for Wizards of the Coast at. That eventually led to me working for Upper Deck for a while, and then for TCGPlayer for a few years. Random aside, watching the success Chedy has built there makes my heart happy. He's one of the good guys in this industry.
Tim was in the car for a trip to San Diego and US Nationals. I'm not allowed to type about that trip, and Tim isn't allowed to tell the really good stories because they're not appropriate for public consumption. If you get a bottle of wine in me you might here about some of the things Tim dealt with in Pittsburgh and San Diego.
There have been a couple dozen of these trips, but after Reno we're hanging it up. No more road trips. Why?
Here we go!
Let's start with a map of the area in question. :) You can see I-80 on the top of that map. It's a long interstate with a good speed limit.
The old route to Vegas starts in the middle of the right side of the map and follows a meandering route from I-70 to I-15 down to Las Vegas.
You'll need to open that full screen on something to see what we're talking about. Denver is, from a geographic standpoint, pretty much directly east of Reno. It's an 804 mile flight according to the FAA. The shortest driving route would be north on I-25 to I-80 west outside of Cheyenne, which clocks in at 1033 miles. I didn't want to go that way.
Tim wasn't consulted, or this might not have been the route we took, but here ya go.
That blue line is I-70 west to US Highway 50, which bills itself as the loneliest road in America. They're not kidding. They refer to 50 as the loneliest road in America only in Nevada, but here are some fun facts.
Tim and I drove from Grand Junction to Nevada without seeing a stop light. I'm not joking. That's a serious statement about the desolate nature of driving across Utah on Highway 50.