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Passed

Short version: I survived.

Slightly longer version: Donner Pass involved cold temperatures, snowy roads, trucks everywhere, cops, and a mysterious checkpoint of sorts that I don't fully understand, but was, to me, more evidence that California is absolutely planning to secede.

Once I rolled down the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada, though, I had but one priority: find a car wash to deal with the nasty mess left by the salted roads and the dirty spray kicked up by every truck that passed me.

Difficulty #1: remember how I have a crack in my windshield? Well, I started thinking about how an automatic car wash with its spinning thingies might make the crack worse.

The only alternative I could find would be a non-automatic car wash, where I'd have to get out and do the washing myself, and that's against my religion because it's too much like work.

Difficulty #2: Lodi, or Stockton? Either way, I'd fully expect to get carjacked at a stoplight.

Anyway, I decided to chance a car wash in Lodi, and it worked out fine. Didn't even get stuck in Lodi again.

And yes, I've been drinking. Maybe I'll be more coherent tomorrow.

Probably not.