Kenny from MD's blog

The thing about planning a route across America in which you are meeting and training with, as well as shooting big names black belts is you have a million complicated schedules and you have to piece them together like a puzzle. Add in the fact that some of these puzzle pieces don't speak English, never check their email, don't answer their phone, etc. and it becomes even harder than a puzzle. Like a 3D puzzle of the whitehouse or something. No more of that "oh just find the corners, and then the edges, and then fill in the muddle" kind of stuff.

On this trip I have often referred to my car as my hotel room, and for good reason. It contains a bed, a refrigerator, a closet, and a toilet. To a normal person this would look like a reclined seat, a cooler, a backseat and a window. Being that I was traveling alone I was able to fill my trunk and backseat up with a bunch of seemingly important things but over the course of this trip it became painfully obvious that the only thing that I actually needed to bring were a couple of gi's a jar of peanut butter and jelly and a loaf of bread.