About the only thing I personally know about Lincoln, Nebraska is a Denny’s off Interstate 80. In my moderately delinquent youth, I helped a friend who couldn’t afford a move from Connecticut to Colorado by renting a truck for local use one Thursday afternoon, disconnecting the odometer, round tripping across two time zones, and reconnecting it in time to log 30 miles before returning the truck Monday morning.
This also meant we had no idea how fast we were going, but I get a kick out of flying partial panel. I didn’t share either of those facts with the Pennsylvania State Trooper.
