One couple, two days, three audio books, four magazines, five states, six stops for gasoline, seven stops for coffee, and 1,546 miles.
We made it.
Our road trip adventure began at 8:05 Thursday morning. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, off we went.
And in retrospect, it was an easy drive.
Well….. it was for me anyway……because I wasn’t the one driving.
Oh, I offered, of course. Three times to be exact.
But I was politely rebuffed every.single.time. Something about how a girl like me can’t possibly drive a truck, and although the offer was appreciated, it wasn’t happening.
I kid, of course. I mean, I’m kidding about the part regarding a girl driving a truck.
That part did not actually happen.
On a totally different topic though, I am a bit miffed about the fact that I missed the “Welcome to New Mexico” and “Welcome to Texas” signs.
I may have been asleep during those parts. Or it was dark.
And then, out of nowhere, a sign appeared…
We actually ended up in Houston, although not for the reason you might be expecting. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking that I neglected my navigational duties and entered the wrong address in the GPS map on my phone.
Which, if you know me, could be considered a completely normal action on my part.
But that’s not how it happened, fortunately.
Due to a logistical reason (read: one that had nothing to do with me), we had to continue our journey on to Houston to deliver a trailer full of motorcycles.
Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Yes, we made our road trip towing a flat trailer loaded with 5 Harley Davidson motorcycles. Five very expensive, very customized and very valuable motorcycles.
And that is why my offer to drive the truck was rebuffed.
Because girls like me don’t drive trucks with trailers attached.
Just kidding 🙂
Anyway, 1,546 miles later, and feeling like I had a very bad case of jet lag, we made it. A shower and sleep was foremost on my mind, but there was no time to dawdle, because our gracious hosts were waiting to take us out to dinner to indulge in a local specialty, Chicken Fried Steak. Which, by the way, I’ve never had before.
And, up until this trip, I’ve never eaten at a Wendy’s fast food chain either, but that’s another story.
Here’s the burning question about dinner, though: is it chicken? Or is it steak?
Well, I finally discovered the answer last night. It’s steak.
And, last night I also discovered that I prefer chicken fried chicken. The steak wasn’t bad at all, it was just different.
So this morning, I took a nice loooooong hot shower and tiptoed downstairs in search of coffee. Much to my surprise, one of my gracious hosts was up and had already prepared a pot. We stepped out onto the back patio (although here they say “back porch”), chatting and enjoying our coffee, and watching the sun rise over the lake behind the house.
I may not leave.
Fedex delivers kids and a dog, right?