Monday, October 27, 2003
Monday, Oct 27th-First entry.
Plans are a funny thing, I mean making plans for what you THINK you are going to do. I am one of those people that reverse engineers my life. “Ok, I have to be in El Paso, Texas by Friday morning, motor 700+ miles a day and I am set.”
So why am I sitting in a 105 degree motel room in Clearfield, Pennsylvania, with my odometer reading 330 miles traveled. I had a plan…700 miles, let me check my calculations, maybe something went wrong…?!
Nah, nothing went wrong, things just didn’t go as planned. I didn’t plan on coffee-talk with my folks this morning, didn’t plan on seeing Lil’ Santi and Isabelle off to school either. “Find tires flat from overloading bike”, defiantly was not on my to-do list and neither was “Eat crow and support Super Walmart ‘cause they carry Neoprene gloves, a new tire gauge, soda and smokes among other useful items.”
Hands stiff, teeth clenched and audibly sloshing I ask for a room on the ground floor so I can watch my bike. Nodding her head and throwing up the ‘give me one sec’ finger she disappears. Spinning on rubber heels I find the TV in the corner promising severe rain and winds all the way to Oklahoma. HOLD-did the meteorologist say the word twister…?! Did she just say TWISTER?
“Mister, Mister…MISTER.” Oh, she is back. Pushing a wad of plastic bags across the counter with my receipt, “Just bring your wets to me, I am about to set a wash. And, there is 10% discount at the Taco Bell if you show them your roomkey.”
And a new plan is hatched:
§ Dry clothes
§ Burritos…a few
§ Brews with DJ Aftershock…same
§ Write first entry into Road Log.
§ Zzzzzzz’s
I love it when a plan comes together…
posted by Xavier - RoadWarrior on 3:23 PM
Plans are a funny thing, I mean making plans for what you THINK you are going to do. I am one of those people that reverse engineers my life. “Ok, I have to be in El Paso, Texas by Friday morning, motor 700+ miles a day and I am set.”
So why am I sitting in a 105 degree motel room in Clearfield, Pennsylvania, with my odometer reading 330 miles traveled. I had a plan…700 miles, let me check my calculations, maybe something went wrong…?!
Nah, nothing went wrong, things just didn’t go as planned. I didn’t plan on coffee-talk with my folks this morning, didn’t plan on seeing Lil’ Santi and Isabelle off to school either. “Find tires flat from overloading bike”, defiantly was not on my to-do list and neither was “Eat crow and support Super Walmart ‘cause they carry Neoprene gloves, a new tire gauge, soda and smokes among other useful items.”
Hands stiff, teeth clenched and audibly sloshing I ask for a room on the ground floor so I can watch my bike. Nodding her head and throwing up the ‘give me one sec’ finger she disappears. Spinning on rubber heels I find the TV in the corner promising severe rain and winds all the way to Oklahoma. HOLD-did the meteorologist say the word twister…?! Did she just say TWISTER?
“Mister, Mister…MISTER.” Oh, she is back. Pushing a wad of plastic bags across the counter with my receipt, “Just bring your wets to me, I am about to set a wash. And, there is 10% discount at the Taco Bell if you show them your roomkey.”
And a new plan is hatched:
§ Dry clothes
§ Burritos…a few
§ Brews with DJ Aftershock…same
§ Write first entry into Road Log.
§ Zzzzzzz’s
I love it when a plan comes together…
posted by Xavier - RoadWarrior on 3:23 PM
