Cousin Eddie and the worm farm.

Missouri is HUGE. *insert Trump voice*.  Oklahoma is HUGER *insert Trump voice again.  
Road hypnosis is a real thing.  To keep our sanity DH (I affectionately call him FANG) purchased XM radio with our rental, hence our QX60.  We are quite the sight. Yes that is us cruising along singing ABACAB at the top of our lungs.

My FANG 

3 corners. OK, MO, KS

Closed bridge of rt 66 in Tulsa

Corn, cattle, Bible signs and oil wells dot the scenery.  Bathrooms are few and far between.  Children have the worst habit of having to go to the bathroom after you passed the last one.  Rest stops and towns are up to an hour drive. 

People, for the most part, are awfully friendly. (St. Louis was a bit stiff-shirted IMHO but Chicagoans are damned nice). This morning I had quite the chuckle.  The nice young man clearing our breakfast table asked where we were from.  My reply, of course, was a proud New Jersey.  A shocked look came upon his face.  "You don't sound like you are from New Jersey."My reply was " well we all don't sound like Snookie". What a chuckle he gave.  

Last stop for the night was Tylers BBQ in Amarillo Texas.  It was so good both boys wolfed down their pulled whatevers in less than five minutes.   Everything just tastes better in Texas.   Mmmmmgood.