JoeSyko Posted February 13, 2010 Author Share Posted February 13, 2010 Stop posting and drive !!!!!! I want to see how the story ends :D:D You do know I'm already home right Bill? It's just taking me awhile to interpret my lack of sleep induced writings from the nights I drove home and translating them into something fun to read. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bill-V8V Posted February 13, 2010 Share Posted February 13, 2010 No I didn't :lolsmack: But glad you made it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJ1o87 Posted February 13, 2010 Share Posted February 13, 2010 Keep it comin! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OIF Vet Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 I'm hooked. Keep it going! Great car by the way Rob Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoeSyko Posted February 15, 2010 Author Share Posted February 15, 2010 Day #3 Saturday, Feb 6th. What is it with sleep deprivation? If I’m driving, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open but when I stop to rest, my mind starts racing and sleep is fleeting at best. Running on only one hour of sleep I start cranking out the miles again. I leave the Ardmore rest area @ 12:00am. I hit Birmingham, AL @ 2:30am and I need fuel. GPS points me to a Chevron 7 miles away off I-65. Little did I know that meant 6 miles down the freeway and another mile into a residential neighborhood. Google Map search for 2500 Walker Chapel Road and you’ll see what I mean. I’m driving thru areas barely lit and finally I see the Chevron. I pull in and shut the motor down. It’s peaceful and the only sounds I hear are the buzzing of the lights above me and the ticking noise of the cooling exhaust from the car. I smell pancakes and wonder who is making breakfast at 2:30 in the morning. The mini mart is dark and no one is around but I have a card so no need for human interaction. I slide my card, make my selection and pull the trigger only to have it dispense 3 cents worth of gas and shut down. Really? Are you kidding me? Back in the car and GPS directs me to another Chevron on Arkadelphia which is maybe another 7 miles further on my route on I-20. Once I pull off the interstate, I get a bad feeling that I’m not in a really good part of town. Is anyone reading this familiar with this area? The streets are hoppin’. People are out & about driving around like it’s high noon. This is such a stark contrast to where I just was only minutes ago. Not feeling very comfortable, I just want to get my gas and get moving again. At least the pumps are working here. While I’m fueling, what I assume to be a homeless guy walks up from the adjacent alleyway and asks me for some change. I tell him the usual “No” and then he starts acting weird. Walking backwards, facing me (looking back & forth at me and the car) with a big smile on his face he says loudly “Man! You know what you got there! Yeah! You know! You know!” Then he turns around, and very calmly as if nothing happened, walks over to a dumpster and grabs a few boxes and disappears back down the alley. That guy blew my mind. Not just because he kind of flipped out a little but also because he bore a striking resemblance to Cleavon Little (or as most of us Challenger fans know him….Super Soul). Was Super Soul reaching out to me from the grave? It wasn’t that cold in Birmingham that early morning but I sure did get the chills so I got out of there as fast as I could. The bizarre chain of events that just happened ran thru my mind and helped me power thru the rest of Alabama and most of Mississippi. But once again, sleep was knocking and I needed to answer the call. Somewhere near Jackson, I was relieved to see a sign for a rest area ahead but my relief soon turned to disappointment when I arrived and it was closed. Now, I was forced to proceed another 50 miles or so to the Vicksburg Welcome Center. I arrived just before 6:00am, used the restroom and being as tired as I was, I had no issues promptly falling asleep. 9:00am and I wake up feeling MUCH better having gotten at least some sleep. That’s a whopping 4 hours total since I left New Castle. It’s been some time since the car has seen rain and it has dried off enough for me to remove the peeling painter’s tape and re-apply more. That project accomplished, I decide to shoot a few pics. There is a neat little overlook nearby and here are the shots I got: Back in the car and I search for another fuel station. The GPS finds one but I have to back track one exit. I am obviously not as rested as I think I am and here’s why. I’m slightly embarrassed to show you all this but take a good look at this picture: Do you see the 2 paths? Do you see the lane that has the “DO NOT ENTER sign? Can you guess which lane I took? You got it. I got about 2 car lengths past that sign and saw the next sign that says “WRONG WAY” before I realized what I had done. Of course this has to happen when there’s another car behind me too. Fortunately, that driver realized there was an idiot behind the wheel of the Challenger and stayed far enough behind me that I was able to back up, make the correct lane selection and beat a hasty retreat. And boy did I! I cranked the gears like crazy and experienced some pretty aggressive wheel hop. Even got a chirp from the 2nd to 3rd shift. So, once again, GPS sends me to quite a ways off the interstate. This time, I am directed even further into a residential neighborhood. Once I find the Chevron (which is actually ½ a block away from where the GPS said it was) I can’t find a place to slide my card at the pump. I go inside and I ask the lady behind the counter “Where do I pay?” She promptly replied with “Mright here hummy. We dome ‘av mo payer at de pump here. We all aint dat famcy.” You see…I don’t think this poor woman had one tooth left. She rambled something else unintelligible to me and I just nod and head out to pump my gas. On the way out a lady & her teenage son are checking out the car. She asks “What kind of car is that?” I tell her it’s a Challenger and she turns around and smacks her kid on the shoulder and said “You were right!” The kid says “I told you it weren’t no Charger.” Can you guess what the next question was? If you’ve been following along you know darn well it was “What’s the blue tape for?” Back on the road I take a few more pictures of the bridge entering into Louisiana. You know what I-20 looks like in Louisiana? It looks pretty much like this: The Louisiana State Troopers are out in force. I won’t be speeding thru this state. Near Choudrant, I spot a Pontiac Grand Prix going the opposite direction. Not usually something I would point out on the trip except for one small detail; The car had blue painter’s tape in much of the same areas found on my car! I chuckle to myself and wonder how many times that driver was asked about his blue tape. I hit the Texas state line @ 12:30pm and stop for a potty break. I’d been holding it for some time and I really had to go. I’m walking to the restroom when my phone rings. It’s the Chevron Credit Card Fraud Department questioning the recent rash of transactions. It’s an automated phone call and it’s taking forever to get thru all the options and I still have to pee like crazy. I would have hung up but they mentioned something about suspending my card if I don’t answer the questions. I press “0” several times to get to a live person hoping that would be quicker. Nope, I’m on hold and after about 5 minutes I just can’t wait anymore and head into the restroom. Wouldn’t you know it, they pick up right when I’m taking care of business. There’s nothing like trying to talk quietly in an echo chamber. I wrap up the phone call averting the card suspension and then decide I am hungry and I want something other than these bars I’ve been eating. I make a stop for lunch at a place called Catfish Village. The food was just ok but the waitress gave me great service. The food was served fast for a sit down eatery and I was in and out in about 30 minutes. The I-20 in Texas seems almost never ending and the state troopers are out in force here too. It’s going to be a long drive. The lunch I ate is making me sleepy so I stop at a rest area in Van, TX. As I park to my right, a vehicle that pulled in behind me parks across the way to their left. This guy gets out of the car and very urgently makes his way across the street towards me. He’s looking at the Challenger and he seems very concerned. He points to the back of my car with his cigarette holding hand and says “Is that normal for the paint to be peeling like that?” For a brief second I panic but then I realize he’s referring to the blue tape. Yep, it’s peeling again. Then he realizes what it is and says “Oh…that’s tape.” I explain it and he comments on the “cool car” and heads off. I do a quick tape patch job then I try to get some sleep here but after about an hour of rest and no sleep, I’m on my way again. Just East of Dallas I’m needing fuel again but the GPS can’t locate a Chevron so I hit a Shell station. A very busy station and while no one comments on the car they sure are staring at it. Back on the I-20 and the very next exit there is a Chevron…thanks GPS. I keep on motoring to Nolan County where I stopped for some rest @ 9:00pm. It’s pretty darn cold but, figuring I can endure a couple minutes, I don’t put a jacket on while I run in to use the restroom. When I come out, a trucker and his wife are really scoping out the car. They chat me up for the next 10-15 minutes and I’m so cold I’m shivering to the point you can hear the shakiness in my voice. God bless them, they didn’t mind my speech impediment a bit and kept on talking cars. I finally had to tell them I had to go and I prayed the next rest area wasn’t that far down the road. @ 10:00pm I hit a rest area in Westbrook. I’ve been in Texas for over 9 hours and I’m about halfway thru it. Now that’s depressing. Even more depressing is the lack of pictures I've taken of the car today. I'll rectify that tomorrow. I start watching the movie Office Space and it puts me to sleep. It’s not that it’s boring mind you, it’s one of my favorite movies and I’ve seen it several times so the familiarity lulls me to sleep. To be continued…. 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JJ1o87 Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 Sweet... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RyGo Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 Reading each installment is something I REALLY look forward to!! Nice job so far. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whiterp199 Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 This is turning into quite the adventure. Who are you going to sell the movies rights to? I cannot wait for the end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marylander Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 I'm looking forward to the next installment! Great tale. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dabigbratj Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 keep it coming Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
11chevz71 Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 What does the challenger get to the gallon? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoeSyko Posted February 16, 2010 Author Share Posted February 16, 2010 What does the challenger get to the gallon? For my entire trip I left the average MPG alone and at the end of the trip it read just over 21 mpg. Not bad for a 6.1L Hemi. At one point it crept up to about 23 mpg. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Superdutytd Posted February 16, 2010 Share Posted February 16, 2010 For my entire trip I left the average MPG alone and at the end of the trip it read just over 21 mpg. Not bad for a 6.1L Hemi. At one point it creeped up to about 23 mpg. Really not bad at all for the engine size/weight of the car! Great story, always fun driving a unique vehicle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoeSyko Posted February 19, 2010 Author Share Posted February 19, 2010 <o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" http:="" adamsforums.com="" forums="" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="2" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" http:="" adamsforums.com="" forums="" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="2" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id=ieooui></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> Day #4 <o:p> </o:p> Sunday, Feb 7<sup>th</sup>. I wake up @ 4:00am and I’m surprised that I actually pulled off 6 hours of sleep. I feel pretty darn good from the rest despite the fact that it’s not much warmer inside the car than the 30 degree temperature outside. <o:p> </o:p> My plan is to make this day my final day of the trip so, after a quick bathroom run, I get back in the car and fire up that beautiful Hemi (Man, I love that sound). Just as I’m ready to pull away from the curb, a semi pulls into the rest area. Before we proceed any further, I thought it would be wise to fish out some street views from Google. <o:p> </o:p> The following picture shows where I was parked…I was in the last space to the right on the right hand side parallel with the curb. Right where that silver car is on the right. <o:p> </o:p> This was a busy rest area for trucks but not so much for cars. I was one of maybe half a dozen cars but the trucks lined the entire left side of the rest area much like you see them doing in the picture above as well as this picture. <o:p> </o:p> This picture above is a little further left or west of the first picture. Now take note of this picture: <o:p> </o:p> Do you see the long parking spaces for the trucks? Well, in addition to the entire left side curb being occupied with trucks (all the way to the exit mind you) every one of those truck sized parking spaces were occupied with the exception of the third one from the right. <o:p> </o:p> Keeping these visuals in mind, let’s get back to the story….so this semi pulls into the rest area and passes me on the left. I pull out behind him and am following him thru the rest area until he arrives at that third truck length space previously mentioned. With the left curb lined with trucks, there is no way this guy is going to be able to swing wide enough to be able to pull into that space with his 50+ foot trailer. But god bless his soul, he’s gonna try! <o:p> </o:p> So there I am, stuck with nowhere to go and I’m watching this unfold before my eyes. This guy gets about half way into the spot and decides “Oh crap, maybe this wasn’t a good idea”. His trailer is inches from connecting with the trailer to his right. I hear the air brakes deploy so I know the driver is getting out of the truck. Then I see him walk around to the right side of his vehicle to see what kind of mess he’s gotten into. I assumed that upon inspection, this guy would know that what he was attempting was futile and give it up but once back in his truck, he starts jockeying back and forth in an effort to make it into that spot. This doesn’t look like it will end anytime soon so I shut the motor down. In his efforts, he nearly hits one of the trucks lined up to the left and he’s still dangerously close to the trailer on his right and he’s making his situation that much worse for when he finally decides to give up. During this whole ordeal, I have not seen one car pass by on the freeway. That’s open road I could be enjoying right now if not for Goofy here. <o:p> </o:p> Finally, he sees the error of his ways and manages to back up enough to turn back to the left and head toward the exit. I fire up the car and follow. Once he is through the exit, I nail it, maneuver around him and within seconds I’m at 120mph. Cool….I love this car. <o:p> </o:p> 5:30am and I stop for fuel in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Big Spring</st1:place></st1:city>. It’s not only cold here in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Big Spring</st1:city></st1:place> but it’s windy too. As I roll up to the Chevron, there are 4 police cruisers parked in front of the mini mart. 3 of them are Chargers. I don’t know why but I think the Chargers as law enforcement vehicles look **** good. One of the police cruisers pulls away from the mini mart and I see that it’s a Sheriff’s car. The officer, a young guy, drives over and he’s really giving the Challenger a good look over. In addition to the usual question & answers (including the dreaded blue tape question), he also tells me that his brother has been trying to decide between the Challenger and the Camaro. I tell him that I have no regrets with the Challenger and I highly recommend it. The Camaro is nice and will cost you less but IMHO it just doesn’t compare when you get right down to the fit & finish and the retro style. I had kind of hoped he would ask how fast the car was so I could tell him “Let’s go find out!” Nothing like a police escort with police permission if you are going to break the law, right? As he’s leaving, he tells me good luck with the car. <o:p> </o:p> Back on the road again and after about an hour I’m feeling sleepy once more. That didn’t take long. I stop at a rest area in Peyote where it’s a good 20 degrees warmer and nod off for about an hour. <o:p> </o:p> @ 7:30am and while I can’t see the sun, daylight has finally arrived. It is foggy at the rest area and once I start rolling again, the fog only gets thicker. I don’t know why but I really like driving in the fog. I don’t know…maybe it’s the element of surprise but I dig it. <o:p> </o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> In the last picture you can see the sun trying it’s best to shine through. Then, after miles of fog, it just ends. It doesn’t slowly fade out, it just ends and for the first time since I started this trip in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pittsburgh</st1:place></st1:city>, the sun is beaming bright. <o:p> </o:p> Somewhere near Van Horn, a black Mercedes blows by me doing somewhere around 95mph (I’m doing @ 80). As he passed, I noticed he had a radar detector. Cool. I pick up the pace and start shadowing him about an eighth to a quarter of a mile back. We cruise along like that for about an hour running 90-100mph the whole time. I’ve got the car in 6<sup>th</sup> and it’s just purring like a kitten. As we get closer to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">El Paso</st1:place></st1:city>, he slows down and soon I see why. <o:p> </o:p> By 10:00am I hit <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">El Paso</st1:place></st1:city>. I need fuel and for the 3<sup>rd</sup> time, the GPS takes me way off my path. More looky-loos at the gas station but no comments this time. As I leave, I’ve got the windows down and I’m enjoying the <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">El Paso</st1:place></st1:city> sun. I head back towards the freeway when a kid in a Mustang pulls up next to me at a red light. He’s checking out the car and he says “Nice Car”. I tell him “Thanks” and the light turns green. I’m turning left and he’s going straight but he’s checking out the car the whole time. <o:p> </o:p> I’m taking a different road back to the freeway than when I came in and I pass another Chevron that would have been closer to the I-10 had the GPS led me there. Once back on the I-10, I don’t get too far when I pass yet another Chevron…thanks again GPS. <o:p> </o:p> So the stretch finishing out <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state>, all the way thru <st1:state w:st="on">New Mexico</st1:state> and into <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arizona</st1:place></st1:state> is brutally boring. I start taking pictures of “The THING” signs and then of my Hurst Shifter to pass the time. I think I got all but one of those **** signs AND the stinkin building too. I know...kinda weird but hey...I'm a little punch drunk after 3 days of driving with roughly 10 hours of sleep. As I’m driving west thru <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New Mexico</st1:place></st1:state>, I look to my North and I can see rain clouds. <o:p> </o:p> I pretty much hit rain off and on towards the end of <st1:state w:st="on">New Mexico</st1:state> and into <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arizona</st1:place></st1:state>. My next stop for fuel is just east of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tucson</st1:place></st1:city>. I get a ton more stares and one “Nice car dude.” While I’m fueling, I noticed an old abandoned Tire & Lube shop and being a tire guy myself, I think this will be a great place for a photo op. Once done fueling, I pull over to the broken down building, do a quick re-tape job and then take some shots. I feel these are some of my favorite pictures of the trip. <o:p> </o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> Back on the interstate and into <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tucson</st1:place></st1:city>. It seems there is some highway construction work happening during the week and while no workers are present they do have the K Rails on both sides of the interstate. I’m finding it nerve racking driving thru this area as the lanes seem narrow. Even though everyone is moving at a decent pace of 55mph, traffic is rather thick and I feel claustrophobic with all the cars on both sides and in front and back. Once the pack breaks free of the construction area the pace quickens and I feel the need to escape the pack. I was cruising in 5<sup>th</sup> gear and I drop it down to 4<sup>th</sup>. Just as I am about to punch it, this is what pulls onto the freeway only yards in front of me. <o:p> </o:p> As Maxwell Smart would say….”Missed it by that much.” <o:p> </o:p> Further down the interstate I see this killer peak. <o:p> </o:p> I see a sign for <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Picacho</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Peak</st1:placetype></st1:place> and I can only assume that this is the peak I am seeing. <o:p> </o:p> A beautiful sight. More beautiful (but not caught on camera) was the Hemi Orange Challenger I spotted heading east bound in Picacho. It would have been a fantastic shot had I been able to catch that Challenger with the peak in the background. <o:p> </o:p> As I approach I-8 traffic comes to a dead stop. I’m stuck in this for a good 45 minutes. The highway patrol are diverting people off the 10 and onto the 8. I wasn’t too happy at first but I noticed the signs for a “Phoenix Bypass” using I-8 to 85 to I-10 so I figured it wasn’t too bad. Well, it actually turned out pretty good. Everyone was doing at least 90mph on I-8 so I made it to Gila Bend in no time. Once north on 85, the sun was setting and I did my best to get a good shot of it. <o:p> </o:p> Back on I-10 and I’m on the home stretch. <o:p> </o:p> A little sidebar: For anyone in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arizona</st1:place></st1:state>, maybe you can chime in about the “Photo Enforcement” SUV’s at the side of the road. If what I’m seeing is correct, there is a sign posted that a “Photo Enforcement” zone is ahead. Then you see a vehicle parked at the side of the road with a pole probably 10 feet high or so on the roof with what I assume must be a camera mounted on it. What’s the story with these? I guess the main thing I’m trying to wrap my brain around is how do they expect to catch anyone if they post warning signs before you see them? <o:p> </o:p> Ok…back on track…finally in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state>. I stop in Blythe for fuel. The GPS takes me to a grocery store parking lot for a Chevron that apparently no longer exists. Even if there was one here, there is absolutely no evidence of it. I go one more exit and there’s another Chevron so I’m good. I get my gas and I’m on my way. In an effort to stay awake on this last leg of the journey I dial in some George Carlin & Richard Jeni concerts on my MP3 player then some Blue Collar Radio on the Sirius. <o:p> </o:p> Now let’s talk a little about <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state>. What is it with <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state> drivers? All the states and cities I’ve been thru on this trip I had no issues. Yeah, I hit traffic in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Nashville</st1:place></st1:city> but the people were nice and actually let me into their lane when I turned on my blinker. A few <st1:city w:st="on">Dallas</st1:city> drivers were a bit rude but for the most part the drive thru <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Dallas</st1:place></st1:city> was uneventful. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tucson</st1:place></st1:city> had that construction problem but that’s not anything the drivers did. <o:p> </o:p> They don't have anything on California. The very minute I dropped into <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Indio</st1:place></st1:city> it was like I entered an entirely different planet. All of a sudden it was “Game On!”. My knuckles turned white from the vise like grip I had on the wheel. The average speed went from 70mph to 80mph. Cars were changing lanes faster than a woman changes her mind. Drivers here feel as if they own the lane they are currently occupying. God forbid you want to come into their lane. For all you non-Cals....if you don't know, using a turn signals is what we do when we want the car behind us in the next lane over to speed up and drive next to us. These people are crazy and I’m one of them! It’s like everyone on the road here is on crack. A lifted Chevy or GMC truck blows by me only to slow back down and then speed up again. He repeats this several times and I have no idea what he’s doing. My whole frame of mind changed. I went from cruising nice & easy to aggressive, defensive driving. I almost felt like turning around and heading back to any one of the places I had already been. <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state> is a beautiful place but its big cities sure could stand to slow the pace down just a tad. <o:p> </o:p> A few hours later and I pull into my driveway. It’s 10pm and I’m glad to be home…glad to be done with the drive….glad I’ll be taking a shower and sleeping in a regular bed soon. Then my girlfriend comes running out with her coat on and hops in the passenger seat. I guess I’ve got 5 more minutes left in me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marylander Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Very cool adventure. I'd been meaning to ask, though: what's with the blue tape? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
11chevz71 Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Cool trip, the thing sign are like the signs for wall drug in south dakota Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dabigbratj Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 good story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
70'sChevyGirl Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Don, Thats a great story. The pics are really neat and I especially like the ones with the abandoned gas station. I am glad that you both made it home safe and sound. Congrats again. Wish I could have been on the adventure with you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DCRANER Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 What a cool car, Plum Crazy, man I love that. And, you gotta buy some Plum Crazy tape. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawson4450 Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 nice trip and great car my wife said she likes these cars so i said hey can i get one she said yes! but if we have money left after we buy a house lol anyway i will hold her to it and dude i think you need to update your gps maps lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whiterp199 Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Great Story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chris@Adams Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Very cool adventure. I'd been meaning to ask, though: what's with the blue tape? Painters tape for protection from stone chips! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marylander Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Painters tape for protection from stone chips! I know, I know... just being a wise-guy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 So what exactly was "The Thing"?? Cool pic of the TTX railroad cars. I used to build those. Could be one or two of those had my welds on them. You made pretty good time to go that far. When I was younger, I could have done it, but sure couldn't now. Great driving! Thanks for sharing your story with us. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
his&hers Posted February 19, 2010 Share Posted February 19, 2010 Great story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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