We didnt plan it to be that way. It just happened. Mick and I left on Saturday morning, and started driving north, goal for the day to reach Portland. It started with the rental. We had to rent a Ford Explorer due to the size of the cargo we were delivering to Seattle the following day.
We first noticed the button on the dash. We referred to it as the bacon button. Come to think of it, I dont think we ever pushed it. We just touched it on occasion. It looked like this:
Then came the picture Mick took in the restroom at the 1st rest stop we came to. He came out of the bathroom, and showed me the picture.
Its a pretty bad photo, but if you look close enough, you can see it demonstrates.
In the top frame, if you push the button. In the bottom frame you will recieve bacon.
Then, as we were driving, we kept on seeing the bacon signs. Every time we saw the sign, we touched the bacon button in the car, because really, what else was it for. The sign looked like this. I took pictures on my iPhone, but they aren’t sending right. Again, can you see the bacon?
And to top off Day 1 of our whirlwind trip to Seattle and back, we landed in Portland. Crashed immediately.
Woke up for breakfast for Day 2, and of course had to try the famous VooDoo Doughnut, Maple Bacon Donut. Seriously, everything is so much better with bacon. It tasted like french toast smothered in syrup, and you accidentally (or on purpose) left your bacon on the plate.
Damn i’m hungry