At 11:30 p.m. on a deserted highway, my vehicle’s gas tank beyond empty and yet, incredibly still running, I found myself in Riley County, Kansas. With over 30 miles to my final destination of Manhattan, I feared I would have to Fred Flinstone the last leg.
However, an inexplainable force brought the universe together in the Life O'Riley and I arrived snug as a bug in a rug riding a pug named Doug.

Riley says: "If you don't get lost, there's a chance you may never be found."