You're the only Ten I see

Lizzie and I call bullshit on this.  How is this an efficent way to enforce the speed limit?  Virginia, you persist with your lies.

We continued through the Blue Ridge Mountains, cruising south until we hit the Tennessee border, where upon we took another much-needed bathroom break, and made for the also aptly named Smoky Mountains.  Our final destination was Nashville, but when we got to our hotel, more than a little slap happy after a nearly 10-hour drive, the room was absolutely filthy, and smelled like a combo of cigarettes, fornication and despair.  Lizzie asked for another room, but the second room was worse, the beds covered in detritus.  We decided that it wasn't to be, and left for our current abode, the Grand Ole Opry Hotel, which boasts a faux jungle, which our balcony overlooks.  Tomorrow we are heading for Dallas--who knows how many Cracker Barrels we'll see on the way!  (At least 45).