Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations. It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is that his best man, Porter, will be joining us — the man who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the one who broke my heart four years ago. What was supposed to be a fun, family-bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments, and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day-old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm bring me to the brink of my sanity on my seven-day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980s RV.