I am quite accustomed to being in the middle of nowhere, actually I have lived fifteen miles the other side of it. So far out in the middle that you have to get lost to figure out where you are. Which reminds me of a set of laws I found in Philosophy. "You are where your head is, and if you put your hand over your head you always know where you are."

There's a lot of flatlands on my drives.....and EMPTY spaces

OMG! I call it the flatland also. I'm goin' to the flatland when I cross the border into Illinois.

Sorry, but the flatland of where? Looking good and being serious while driving, good be careful of idiots on the road. I am here, in Astoria, Oregon, so I am one you do not have to worry about.