You've heard Texas is big, but you never know how big until you try to cross it in a tiny car with a failing AC compressor trying to reach the Daytona speedway in far-off Florida.
After grinding himself into the wall trying to make time, Bowman woke up to find half the state still ahead of him. That's just how it goes. But somewhere ahead is Louisiana, and then Mississippi and a little Alabama.
So much of America has scorched its way across Bowman's eyeballs that finally hitting the coast should come as a relief. Instead, Bowman finds a buddy somehow conscious in Panama City and proceeds to hit the town. What can we say, the man is a glutton for punishment.