I once had to drive from Fort Collins, Colorado, to Santa Cruz, California—a journey of roughly 20 hours—alone in a car with no radio. For the journey, I bought two CDs—Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots by the Flaming Lips and Original Pirate Material by the Streets—and four tall cans of Rockstar Energy drink. Somewhere west of the Great Salt Lake, I pulled over at a rest stop that looked like it was the site of roughly 50 grisly sex-murders. That was the first time I stopped (not counting for gas). The second time was at the In-N-Out in Watsonville, California, just an hour from home. That’s how good In-N-Out is.