It took FOREVER to get out of Texas when I was moving. I pushed hard and would not stop to sleep until I crossed the state line. (Not good. I was dozing off big-time, driving a bigass truck that I could barely see over the steering wheel, with a car in tow.) As I FINALLY crossed over into New Mexico, I let out a whoop. Not really because Texas sucked so bad, but, jeez, getting to another state felt like real progress when you're driving and driving.