...356.8 miles, almost non-stop; just three pit stops, including a gasup.
... plus one other refreshing pause unrelated to bladders, human or canine. I leave it as a deep secret until the morrow. I now totter off to my pallet, hoping I hit it on the way down.
I will hint only that few places in the world approach this mystery site as a Mecca for those whose blood is fearfully diluted with Hoppe's No. 9.