Topeka wasn't as obscure a place as Timbucktu.
I had read about it in Mark Roger's novel, Along the Wire, where two of the protagonists' colleagues driving down to meet him in Rosarito, Mexico, and stop at Topeka for the night.
'Just like a honeymoon, hey?'
Another fact.
Evel Knievel's museum and burger joint is in Kansas City.
I was told to meet my contact across the road from Family Dollar.
I felt I was in 'real' America.
I'm sure my Australian accent would get the cheerleaders dripping between their legs.
I'd tell them I'm on the Tasmanian Cheeze Board.
'And would they care to come home and try my camembert cheese?'
They couldn't resist.
I'd start drooling in front of them....
'Hay,' I checked my phone, 'I'm waiting for you at the burger joint, I picked the table next to Evel Knievel's beast that jumped 14 buses.'
Right, on my way, I texted. Those cheerleaders would have to wait, for now.
