OK, so here, finally, are my road trip notes (sometimes I drive faster than I write)

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First, for those not familiar with West Texas, we're talking about a vast desert area of hundreds of square miles with sparse population, spectacular scenery and wide open roads. Wide open because the nearest population centers are a minimum of four to six hours away. Some of the greatest Porsche driving in the world and the place where I've logged some of my best 911 seat time.
This is the trip a Cayenne is meant for: hours of 100 mph plus road driving followed by hours of trail bashing over rocky hills and creek beds. Sure, a 911 would, in my opinion, be more fun to drive out there, but you're sure not going to take it off road. And, off road, a Jeep Wrangler would do as well as the Cayenne but getting to the trail wouldn't be nearly as fun.
By the way, road trips are not just about driving, they're about eating, too. On our way out, we pulled off for lunch in Ft. Stockton and discussed getting fast food. I suggested, jokingly we look for 'slow food,' meaning something local, preferably Tex-Mex. Little did we know that when we put in our order here at
Pepito's they were going to take nearly an hour to feed us.
But, based on all the trucks and BMWs in the parking lot, this is the place to stop. Get the
chile verde (beef in green chile) or the
adoba (pork in red chile). Hot!