St Louis to Springfield

The Hostel was quiet but the bed was awful so I set off again towards Tulsa but I took my time on the way down there and stopped in a town called Springfield along the way. The freeway was fairly boring apart from the hundreds of billboards along the way. The most suspicious were for an area called Benson, they progressively got more and more intriguing with offers of gifts, coupons, adverts for the tourist info radio, whilst they all said how fantastic the place was no of them actually said what was there. A little further on I managed to make contact with another radio amateur on the radio and we passed the time chatting for my last 30 minutes into Springfield. He was waiting for his wife to finish work one junction down from where I came off. Just as I pulled into the car park he followed me in. We had a quick chat in the car park then he was off. Got accused of being Australian and German by the receptionist when I checked in! I drove down to the local Walmart and picked up some food and made the mistake of picking up a pack of Budwiser , it's like fizzy pop, and tasteless, how do they call it beer?