Track Trip: Chapter2 - Getting There

Here’s my Friday

2:08am – Wake up. Why 2:08am? No idea. I wanted to get up at 3:30 and be out by 4:00 but I guess my internal chronometer is a little off.

2:10am – Convince Spike that it’s not really time to get up and eat breakfast. He reluctantly goes back to his bed.

2:30am – Leave the house. If I’m up I might as well cover some miles.

2:50am – Leave work. Work? Why am I at work? Dunno. For some reason I stopped by the office. I think my plan was to get my iPod but that didn’t actually happen.

3:00am – Gassed up and ready to go.

4:00 – Nasty weather on I-90. Nearly blinding snow. Luckily at this hour there’s almost no one else on the road so I drive in the middle of the two lanes.

4:05am – 18-wheelers have some sort of magical vision. Or instruments like planes flying in bad weather. Maybe I’ll just tuck in line behind one.

4:10am – Or maybe they just don’t care if they live or die. Sorry but when your trailer goes sideways on the downhills and you don't change your driving you’re going to have to get along without me as an escort.

4:40am – The weather is a lot clearer on the backside of the mountains.

7:00am – Stop for a nap, some gas, and some breakfast. Mmmm…. Egg McMuffins.

9:00am – The satellite radio is pretty cool. But after awhile I’m a little tired of it. Pop in a few CDs I brought with me. … Shirley Manson sure is angry.

11:00am – Stop for a nap, some gas, and some lunch. What's with Oregon and not being able to pump your own gas?

1:00pm – Discover that the Nitro gets about the same mileage at 82mph as it does at 67mph.

3:00pm – My blood pressure rises over some bozo on the freeway. Left lane hog. He accelerates from 70 to 95 whenever I try to go around him. Bad Karma will soon be upon him.

5:30pm – Check into the hotel.

14.5 hours from beginning to end. Just under 13 hours of diving. 851 miles. 14mpg. All in all not a bad trip. Here's the route.