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When my wife and I first started dating, my apartment was filled with oversized items from a cool NYC store called Think Big. I had a giant tennis ball, a giant Born to Run album on the wall, and a giant pencil in the doorway. (In hindsight, I may have been trying to compensate for something). By the time we moved in together, all the Think Big merch was gone and replaced with adult furnishings. All this is a long way of saying I’ll probably be riding solo on my roadtrip to see the weird world of gigantic roadside attractions.

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