After a few leisurely days cruising highways and back roads, Seattlest is in our native Chicago. To get here, we had to traverse through southeastern Wisconsin, which on a Sunday evening was unfortunately overrun by FIBS. Being surrounded by these mouth-breathing jerks who weave across three lanes without signaling, who tailgate within 5 feet of your car, and who form a three-mile-long column in the passing lane made us long for you, Seattle. Like Audrey,......