First stop is Chicago.
The birds aren't singing, the sun isn't shining and I'm in my Summer gear standing outside the Terminal buildings shivering in 50 degree temperatures as I have a quick cigarette or two between flights. It's a wagon. We never did get an answer and drove our Subaru Legacy in blissful ignorance. Our first navigational error was 5 minutes after driving out of the airport. Instead of taking the right fork we somehow managed to drive straight on and found ourselves almost back at our starting point in the centre of the city instead of heading South on Interstate 15.