Never mind, I'm here now. In Wisconsin. For those of you unfamiliar with my home state of Wisconsin, let me give you a quick photographic introduction, courtesy of Interstate 94, taken en route to my parent's place from the Minneapolis airport.
When I first saw this as we were approaching it from behind, I thought it was a taxi. On closer inspection, the realization that it was a private car sent me scrambling for my iPhone with Ninja-like speed. You just don't see this type of thing in the highlands. Isn't America great?