Another chapter that's interesting, but didn't quite happen the way I had hoped.

The 800 Mile Commute
 

Some random thoughts from today’s drive:

  • ·         If there isn’t an Apple Store in Winamac, Indiana, they’re missing an obvious marketing opportunity!
  • ·         If you’re in Indiana, and they have taken the time and expense to put a sign up warning ROUGH PAVEMENT AHEAD, bolt down the wife and kids, secure any loose change, and use both hands to grip the wheel like William “Refrigerator” Perry is going to try to rip it from your hands and beat you down with it. There is severe turbulance coming. Consider the regular “non-rough pavement” roads. They’re warning you that what’s coming is WORSE.
  • ·         (If you’re approaching an Indiana railroad crossing and see “Rough Tracks”- you have an alignment in your future, no matter what speed you cross those tracks.)
  • ·         If you’re in Ohio on US 35 and you see signs for ROUGH PAVEMENT AHEAD, don’t sweat it. They’ve long since paved the road, they just forgot to take down the signs.
  • ·         On holiday weekends, every time there’s a sign randomly dropping the speed limit from 70 to 55, there’s a state trooper behind the sign…. waiting.
  • ·         Seen on a sign for an air conditioner company in Dayton, Ohio: “I used to think that air was free. Then I bought a bag of chips.”
  • ·        To the Ford Explorer who spent the entire West Virginia Turnpike going down mountains in the left lane on your brakes – I’m pretty sure that the state police won’t shoot out your tires if you happen to hit the speed limit while going down a three-mile long 5% grade. I would have been more worried about the pickup truck with the gun rack who was close enough to check your tire pressure.
  • ·         Bland County, Virginia – here’s your new slogan: “Bland isn’t really too exciting or anything, but we like it.”
  • ·         It really doesn't matter how cold you set your air conditioning... If you leave Charleston Chews in direct sunlight, you're going to end up with a messy pile of corn syrup soup.
  • ·         Whatever engineer designed the new I-40 going through Greensboro really hates drivers. Random lanes become “exit only” lanes and suddenly veer off the highway from the left and right lanes with little or no warning. Be warned.
  • ·         There should be a truck stop in Lizard Lick, NC. Seems like it would market itself, doesn’t it? (If you aren’t a trucker, you probably won’t get that one – don’t worry about it…)

 

And a few responses to questions people have written in:

Is this site for real, or is it just an ad for the Prius?

Oh, it’s for real all right. I have the receipts for the gasoline and Tylenol (and a lot of Mountain Dew and beef jerky!) But I do have the perfect ad campaign for Toyota:

 

Maybe they’ll paint that across the side of the Prius and pay for my gas! Of course, we’d have to fit it around the polka dots… I doubt my wife sees removal of the dots as a negotable issue at this point. Or I could just lease the car out as advertising! I travel through six states, across 800 miles, countless people see the car every day! Just think of the possibilities!

Or maybe I could shill for the Republican party….

Not to get political or anything. I guess I'd have to put the Democratic response on the other side to be "fair and balanced." Something like "I'm having to do this because of the sequester..." 

Why don’t you offer your empty car seats for sale? You could make the trip make money!

Well, there are three reasons for that…

1) First of all, I’m on a tight timeline, and too many bathroom stops will throw me right off my schedule.

2) Second, while I get along with pretty much anybody, there’s nothing worse than being stuck with someone incompatible for 13 long hours.

3) Lastly, after being in the airlines for so many years, if someone isn’t standing in my living room with their shoes off, belt in hand, and all metal removed from their pockets at least 30 minutes prior to departure, I’d probably just drive off and leave them standing there….


 

Plan C was to live in Chicago and keep my job in Raleigh, North Carolina. Surely it wouldn't come to that, right?