7 LOVES TRAVEL CENTERS (not publicly traded)
Truck stops, by their very nature, attempt to fulfill the needs of all. And, while they do so rather well, they are emotional vaccuums. One such truck stop (or the more affirmative "travel center")in this area is the deceptively-named Loves. There's a definitive transient feel to this place--the feeling that in the dark corner, you'll get shanked or, worse, kidnapped and taken for a ride (maybe I'm the only one that thinks it would be better to shanked and killed). Otherwise, there's nothing weird about a place that sells wooden sculptures of bald eagles, plush pink bears, sleeves of beef jerky, DVD's and CD's for $2.99 and then, when it's all said and done, you can take a shower and still smell like fried chicken. As much as I hate them, they're a freaking trap. You'll always end up in one saying, "Damn, I probably do need new wipers." Loves represents the very darkest side of impulsive purchasing and, like all binging, you'll feel completely unfulfilled and deeply saddened miles down the road.
Falcor's col' rockin' it.