But if I'm being real, I mostly said yes because I've never been to Blacksburg, Virginia, and Donald said he'd do the driving. That last bit was key, because if you look on the ol' map, you'll see that Blacksburg is kind of in the middle of nowhere. It's only "nowhere" because it's so hard to get there without a car. A train trip would leave Baltimore for Lynchburg, Virginia, and after five hours on that, there's another two and a half hour bus ride here. I love the train as much as the next guy, but wow, no, not doing that. Or I could take a regional jet to Lynchburg and rent a car and drive from there, but I'm nothing if not a woman of convenience, and that's not convenient. Transportation options make this place "in the middle of nowhere," just as the lack of public transportation options, I-83, and MLK in Baltimore cut some neighborhoods off from the city. Donald's got a sweet minivan that he shined up for the trip, though, so I happily hopped in the passenger seat for our drive down south.