Remember last August when I had to make the massive road trip from Toronto to Las Vegas because Mr. Enthusiasm had decided, on impulse, to purchase a 23 year old convertible? We delivered said convertible to Vegas because it seemed we would get more use of it there than in Toronto. Reasonable logic.
Unfortunately we couldn’t keep two vehicles down in Vegas because we only have parking for one. And, as simply as that, one massive road trip became two: one to deliver the convertible down and one to bring the Vegas-based monster truck back to Toronto.
The plan seemed reasonable until after the swap had taken place, and I decided to go hiking during the next trip down. It seems many of my favourite hiking destinations require a high clearance vehicle to access trails. Hmmph. Inconvenient but not the end of the world.
But then there was that one time when this car tried to kill me. That was more than just an inconvenience.
So I decided the time was right to return the monster truck to the land from whence she came.
We have spent the last 3 days covering 3,800 kms. But now I’m home in Vegas, and I have a vehicle here that will safely deliver me to any destination my heart desires.
Next we’ll deal with that stupid convertible. I vote for pawning it off on some unsuspecting schmuck without disclosing its past demonic possession. Mr. Enthusiasm may take some convincing.
While I spend today getting caught up on all the stuff that I neglected the past 3 days, I wanted to share just a few highlights from the road trip.
Sirius Satellite Radio is a must have for any long drive through rural areas.
Many long drives through various states over these past few years have taught me one thing: Murphy’s Law dictates that when both the AM and FM bands deliver nothing but static, the only clear stations will be playing one of: country music, Christian radio or Mexican Top Ten. And since none of these are in my wheelhouse, this can mean long quiet stretches.
I was actually singing this song (a capella) while we were still loading the car up, so you can imagine how excited I got when I heard it playing on 80’s on 8 channel. Jon Cryer was hosting a segment on music from 80’s movies. Of course this one is from National Lampoon’s Vacation. I dare you not to sing along.
A road trip requires the junkiest of junk food.
I picked bottle caps. I don’t think I ever even ate Bottle Caps as a child.
I am sure that bottle caps contain nothing resembling real food. I am also sure that they are very bad for me.
I’m not sure I even like them.
But I know that a couple handfuls, over the course of three days, made me happy. Even as I winced when my teeth crunched on those foreign (and not entirely pleasant) flavours.
Jesus loves me all over the country, but He really loves me in Kansas.
My favourite one dismissed evolution in its entirety.
The aliens are no longer after the humans. It’s our cattle they want.
That couldn’t be a UFO, could it? Nah, we thought… Why would the state government/roads department have a UFO on a cattle crossing sign.
We questioned it because EVERY single cattle crossing sign for a 50 mile stretch had this bizarre graphic. We finally pulled over so I could investigate.
It turns out the UFO is a sticker.
But think about the commitment, time and effort it took for someone (or many people) to do this. It made me smile!
Much of Route 66 disappoints, but Seligman, Arizona never fails to entertain me!
Unlike a vacation four years ago, where Route 66 (the journey) was the primary vacation experience, this road trip was about getting to the destination (home to Vegas) as quick as possible. Still, one can’t pass by Seligman, AZ and not take a few minutes to pull over and experience a small taste of Route 66 in its former glory. This town is kitchy and silly and super fun. Anyone with kids who enjoyed the Disney movie, Cars may see a few familiar faces.
Tomorrow I’ll consider sharing the story about my near-miss bathroom emergency story. ‘Til then…