Nothing says summertime fun like a three day car trip with an unwashed sports psychology student and his flatulent Malumet.
After several delays, we left Boston at 1:30ish on Monday afternoon. I foolishly left my bed, my little TV, my rug, and terrarium behind because he didn't think there was enough room. There was plenty of room in that trailer.
Our fist day was utterly unremarkable. Just two not-yet-dirty strangers travelling in a car with a not-yet-flatulent dog. We made it almost all the way through Virginia before we acknowledged that neither of us had slept the night before, and probably should have a few hours rest, So we stopped at a Ramada Motel, and slept until 9:00.
The second morning was the last time either of us took a shower until we reached AZ. Ewwwwww. We spent most of the day commenting on just how long it takes to get through Tennessee. I really wish my Arrested Development CD hadn't been AndyKrackowized so I could have played "Tennessee" for the entire six weeks that it took to get through the desolate land of really disgusting public restrooms that is TN.
In Arkansas, I actually said, out loud, to another human being, that there sure were a lot of people with southern accents in the convenience stores around here. Observations like that are the reason that my parents paid tens of thousands of dollars for my private school education.
I know some eventful things happened on the trip, but because we never stopped for more than ten minutes between Somewheresburg Virginia and Albuquerque New Mexico, time and events became one big blur. I just remember switching off driving every three hours or so.
The only stressful part of the trip was driving past Flagstaff in our somewhat-not-very-large-car pulling our heavy trailer. There were several points where the car refused to go over 40 miles an hour, despite the 75 MPH speed limit. I was a very popular driver on that stretch of mountain.