22 May 19
05:30 hrs
Breakfast - coffee and a purloined bagel. I said my goodbyes to my BAM and his family. I still have enough fuel in the Ram, about 2/3 of a tank since refueling at Irma's yesterday, to drive south to Cowtown. I'm going to crash at L'il Sis's place again before heading back to see the Sages.
This trip had better end soon because my body is stating to fall apart. My feet are sore and swollen, knees are aching and my hands are all cut up. Not good.
10:00 hrs
I arrived at L'il Sis's place. Plunked my ass on the couch and had a nap. Or at least tried to. I ended up zoning in and out. Later on she got home. I offered to take us out for diner but she insisted on making something healthy for supper. Is this really my sister?
23 May 19
06:00 hrs
And I'm off! First to the Sages and then to the Wayward Inn. The weather is fine. The traffic light, for Cowtown it's light. In the Valley it would gridlock.
11:00 hrs
I made it to the Sage's house in six hours. This included two stops to get decaffeinated and numerous delays due to road construction. For most of the journey the Ram was traveling at just over a buck ten. While driving on the TCH, I was able to observe some very interesting wildlife. There was a canary yellow Charger, sporting red on white plumage of course, who was playing hide and go look with some tractor trailers. It went past me and several others like me were standing still only to tuck in behind the trailer so close that there was no way the operator would see him. Pretty crazy if you ask me. At one point I ended up being put into the rocking chair. Not that I wanted to be there but I had no option at the chicken shit in front of me jammed out while we were passing two rigs. It was either have this twit and his 1990's Honda POS suddenly ride shotgun with me or snap to the right between the two tractors. The love of life proved to be the wise decision as the three of us in the RH Lane blew past him. I think he braked for a Rezident Squirrel. The big boys kept me pretty tight in the chair for about fifteen mikes and all could see was a bumper in front and a grill behind. What a pair of jerks. When the next hill climb passing lane came up I ducked left and let the Hemi do the work. Bye bye baby.
25 May 19
11:45 hrs
I'm at the Rusty Bucket terminal. I left the Sage's at 06:30 hrs and arrived here at 11:00 hrs. Thank goodness I'm not slated to go to Capital City as there is at least a one sailing wait because the boats are so full. There must be an asshole convention or something.
The trip down was fairly uneventful. Except for the weather. Rain, low level clouds in the passes, fog, more misting to downpour precipitation and plenty of Bottomland drivers who think that having just their day time driving lights on is sufficient illumination. Not a bloody chance. With just these lights no one can see the ass end of the car so dipshit turn on your lights before you become a hood ornament for a Kenworth!
I just had an unctuous smoked meat sandwich on toasted rye at Frankie's inside the terminal. Fatty & Delicious. Dijon mustard and sauerkraut. Can't beat it.
Once I reach the other side of the salt chuck I'll be about an hour and a bit from the Wayward Inn. I have missed everyone there. The cats, the Couch Monkeys and most of all my Lobster. The Onion departed yesterday for two weeks or so in her homeland. My Better Half dropped her off at the air terminal and I'll retrieve her when she gets back. That will be around the time my Darling Dearest departs for the Nation's Capital to pick up the Oma-nator before swinging eastward to Munchen so the Loin Fruits and I will be batching it for a couple of weeks. Not to worry we will all be busy.
All told, this trip was a success with a half dozen books sold, a couple of donations and a couple of gifts. I haven't worked out the fuel or the mileage but at the end of the year the whole thing will be written off. It might even save me enough coin to finance a trip for my Lobster and myself for our 25th! Here's hoping!
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