Tuesday, June 27, 2006
25 June 2006
The drive up here can only be described as pure hell. Perhaps something similar to a barbed wire cathater. It usually takes me 16 hours to complete the 1000 mile trip door-to-door. This time, however, it took me 19 hours...that's a 52.634 mph pace. Apparently I timed it perfectly so I would:
1. Leave when I was exhausted from training, sleep deprivation, and the party at Tracy's (she denied me my much needed afternoon nap).
2. Hit every rainstorm on the East coast.
3. Hit rush hour in Washington (that's DC for the geographically impared).
The first sign that I left too early was the fact that I had to pull over for a quick nap before I was even out of Florida!!!!
On a completely random note, a man tried to sell me live bait in the McDonalds parking lot at 5:39 in the morning somewhere in central Georgia. By live bait I realy hope he was talking about night crawlers and not the hooker he had ties up in the back of his van.
1. Leave when I was exhausted from training, sleep deprivation, and the party at Tracy's (she denied me my much needed afternoon nap).
2. Hit every rainstorm on the East coast.
3. Hit rush hour in Washington (that's DC for the geographically impared).
The first sign that I left too early was the fact that I had to pull over for a quick nap before I was even out of Florida!!!!
On a completely random note, a man tried to sell me live bait in the McDonalds parking lot at 5:39 in the morning somewhere in central Georgia. By live bait I realy hope he was talking about night crawlers and not the hooker he had ties up in the back of his van.