On the Road: Cross-country Day 1
So every time I’m doing a cross-country road ship I have this whole day full of stories. Things happen, wild traffic, on one trip I almost drove right into a tornado in Pennsylvania. Typically I might mention some of these things to a friend, or on Facebook, but I decided that this week, I’ll do my best to bring you along on Michael’s Magical Mystery Tour.
Ok, the picture above is where I started this morning, upstate New York and a lovely 19 degrees Fahrenheit when I got in the car. A chilly start to say the least. It was fun watching the temperature as I first went south, then west and then southwest. It started going up slowly but by time I hit the Virginia border this afternoon we were well into the 50’s and by time I stopped for the day here in Christiansville, VA it was 65 degrees. Needless to say I’m pretty happy to be walking around comfortably in a short-sleeved t-shirt.
It was a heavy traffic day, felt like national traffic break today. You know traffic breaks, when the cops get side-by-side across all the lanes, hit their lights and slow down until traffic stops. Instead today it was never quite a stop, and it was being done by truckers driving tandems, utterly frustrating.
I really don’t like driving through Pennsylvania, I really hate driving through Pennsylvania, and as usual they were doing their thorough job of enforcing the speed limit. My favorite bit, I-81 pretty much through the whole state has a speed limit of 65. So you see a sign, next 8 miles, 55 mph. Of course there are only two 55 signs across the 8 miles as well as two-speed traps, both with cars pulled over.
Probably the most interesting thing that happened today was that while getting gas I heard someone say something. I didn’t quite catch it, but felt like it was directed at me. A minute later I caught another comment, it was about my car. The person was really friendly and engaged me in conversation kind of excitedly, felt almost like he was flirting. But I finished up, said goodbye and hit the road. He was right behind me coming out of the station and on to the highway, did I mention he was a big, burly, hairy guy. He pulled up along me, smiled and waved and drove on. As he passed me, I caught the pride sticker on the back passenger window and then got a look at his plate, ursus 4U. I got a quick chuckle out of the whole situation, it’s nice to be appreciated.
Finally, as I rolled into my hotel here in rural Virginia, I availed myself of the happy hour soup and salad that was available and right on cue, as I sat down, the familiar whistling of the Andy Griffith Show came across the big TV in the lounge. Time for a shower and an early bedtime, Nashville bound in the morning. ~ Rev Kane