from the journey down...
Current mood: crazy
Category: Travel and Places
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Things today that have freaked me out?
Well, the first thing may have been the car/back/window/decal/thing that was Calvin (ala Calvin & Hobbes fame) praying in front of a cross... in a whole play on the Calvin peeing /thing that was so tragically hip with the Ford/Chevy drivers of yesteryear...It was proudly displayed (on an Escalade mind you) along with a confederate flag. My mind simply reels with the duplicity of such automobile message offerings.

Another thing that freaked me out? The length of the state of Virginia and how many undulating hills of cows, civil war graveyards and abandoned mansions there are. I sincerely think that they exceed their limit of all these things. There really are only SO many photo opportunities I can take... Upon conversation, we were thinking that the state leaves the crumbling shell houses for future photo op's. We`actually saw one dilapidated house/shack/creepy-side-of-the-road-place-where-some-old-lady-collected-Kewpie-dolls-and-tourist-heads turned into an annual Halloween bonanza, complete with the banner proclaiming "HAUNTED HOLLOWS" in a ragtag large display of laziness. Those people that I shake my fist at, those who have yet to take down their weather beaten christmas decorations in MARCH... these hanuted mansion folk have 'em beat. They just never take the stuff at all, figuring the place was fucking creepy enough and there is no need to foster a false sense of security.

One more thing? Huddle House. Truly the poor man's Waffle House.

So, the journey south is going smoothly... Blue Lightning (my chariot/AKA Jetta Wagon) is performing smashingly and I managed to load some podcasts extraordinaire before I left. Driving through NYC was horrific of course... and I spent my fume filled haze of horror and fury marvelling at the fact that I allowed myself to follow the Mapquest directions to my mothers house in Maryland and allowed myself to take part in the nightmare that is the leadup to the GWB and the nightmarish wasteland that is the New Jersey Turnpike, land of $4.00 bottles of water and full service gas stations where we waited for literally 35 minutes to get gas while the attendant (whom I had been loudly berating as the slowest asinine lifeform on the planet yet turned out to be the nicest person ever) pumped the cheapest gas that I have seen in the 8 states I have already driven through. (I know, I know.. I have a lifetime of bad kharma)...
Now? In a hotel room in Abingdon, VA.. the Super 8. Allows dogs, has free wireless, a soda machine with Mr. Pibb and a Mr. Food next door that has a pretty damn extensive beer selection and a "create-your-own-6-pack" that we have filled (um 2 of) with Flying Dog, Red Hook, Spoetzl Hefeweizen and some local brews.
Tomorrow it's onwards to Georgia...