I finished off 2008 with a long drive.
I flew from Atlanta to Dallas Monday at noon. I rode a shuttle to the airport Marriott and met a man.
A highly-cologned moustachioed man. I left with a BMW , 5 speeds, and a satchel.
I set my GPS I borrowed from my dad and began to drive.
I bought some coffee and a loaf of bread and saw an old couple almost crash into the front of a grocery store.
I drove out of Dallas and onto the flat lands.
I saw about 8 deer by a river.
I saw an oil well.
I started to shake.
My phone died.
I shook some more.
I began to feel ill and so I stopped after dark in Shreveport, LA.
I bought two burritos and shook in double-time.
A couple starred at me as I ate.
I like to live in squalor so I chose the wrong motel.
I just went to bed and pretended not to listen to the crazy sounds outside.
I pretended not to think of the roaches watching me sleep.
I had one of the worst nights in my life.
I woke and up and left at 6 before day light.
Things must get better.
I was happy to leave and felt better just getting out and up and forward.
It was 32 degrees and the heat did not work so I sat on my hands as the seat warmers did work.
Left hand and then right hand and repeat.
I saw a pretty sunrise.
I saw contrails over pink clouds.
I also saw two dead coyotes and a dead red fox.
I drove through bayous and hills.
I ate tater tots in Vicksburg, Mississippi.
My feet felt numb.
I saw pines and scrub oak.
I saw rivers and mountains.
I saw an indian man.
I saw a jet engine being hauled to Delta in Atlanta on a flatbed truck.
I dodged a crowbar that flew off a truck.
I made it back to Fayetteville about 5 pm.
I did not feel very well but it was fun to know I had driven so far and seen so much in 24 hours.
I drove 835 miles.
Moral of the story...
Watch out for the highly-cologned moustachioed man.
