Ohio is a special land. Very. Filled with...special things. Like the most boring scenery you have ever seen in your life. Like you might want to just stop off at one of their fast food chain restaurants to get a plastic fork so you can poke your eyes with it. That kind of boring.
Now this wouldn't be so hideous (although hideous actually might be an understatement) if you could just zoom on through it. No, no, no. In Ohio, they want you to ENJOY their special ed state by making you go the speed of a blind and lame wombat throughout their land. They have a special 65 mph speed limit. Some places have a 55 mph speed limit! For real. When was the last time your state had that? Like 1991? Something like that, I bet. Ohio is sooooo 1990...or something.
|Look! Ohio is hangin' with the times! Go fast, go 55!|
|Georgey boy! Watch your driving!|
Then, you can drive down the expressway with views of interesting companies with names like GROB. Have you ever watched Ren and Stimpy? Remember the "log commercial"? Sing along with me - it's GROB, it's GROB, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood - it's GROB, it's GROB, it's better than bad, it's good! Hi, I work for GROB and my name is Bob. My boss' name is Borg. We report to Brog. The other guy who works here is Barf. Or Bart. Whatever. So, that was some good entertainment. For like four minutes.
Oh! But wait! If you want to be entertained - you need to watch for decorated overpasses. It is very important in Ohio to decorate your overpasses. I think maybe there is a special and secret competition. I think the (plentiful) state police come around and give you a ticket if you didn't decorate your bridge fancily enough. They have large city names plastered across them (because exit signs are clearly not enough) and sometimes they design plants in a pattern around them. It is very special. I wonder if the state police vote you off of the island if you don't sass up your overpass.
Have I mentioned the toll roads? Oh, silly toll roads. Great idea for the government, though. Here, pay some taxes and we'll fix up the roads. Hold up, homeboy! Oh, you want to drive on it? That's not how we roll here the Ohio! You've gotta pay up. Suckas!!! You didn't think you'd get to actually driiiive on it just because you paid the taxes to build it in the first place, right? It's like a roller coaster at the fair. And in Ohioland, you just pay up every time you want to ride that special ride. Aren't we having fun now?
There's also special places like Cleveland. If you haven't seen the youtube on Cleveland (Julie D - you've GOTTA see this one), you are missing out. "See our river that catches on fire, it's so polluted that all our fish have A.I.D.S., our main export is crippling depression, don't slow down in East Cleveland or you'll die..." I won't take away the surprise punchline. It's a good one. And it's true.
The last two are equally disturbing in our quest of the exploration of Ohioland.
|A buck eye. Of course.|
The second, a billboard I saw. It shows a picture of a farmer out in his field. The bold and main words are something like, "Supporting our local farmers." The bottom? One word. One crippling, horrifying, murderous, lying, malicious and giant piece of propoganda: "Monsanto." I am sure that many have screamed the aghast screams of incredulosity in that space - and I joined the ranks with a hysterical cry (and a wild slapping of the dashboard) in that moment and in that very special place. This very sign in itself contains enough bunk in it that a whole blog ought to be dedicated to it. Perhaps I shall. Later.
|Found on etsy.com. What the billboard ought to have said...|
So you see, Ohio has a lot to offer. Whenever you feel the need to pay to drive on a street or see a police officer every fifteen seconds along the expressway or if you're just in the mood for checking out good ol' GROB, a fancy bridge or a Monsanto billboard, it's just a hop, skip and a jump away. Once you're in, it will feel like decades of your life have passed by - so take the time to enjoy every special second.