The Japanese-Chinese Mafia from Penn State drove me & my gear all the way home yesterday.
Road trip hell for them:
I spent the trip in the back seat on the phone w doctors & insurances. After a while on them curvy mountain roads, I started feeling a little … something.
In Harrisburg, I got carsick & barf’d in the back of Owen’s really really nice pristine white Lexus.
We stopped on the banks of the Susquehanna, he cleaned up my mess.
PA State Troopers showed up asking questions & taking notes, on skinny little spiral notebooks, you know like B&W LA Detective-Sergeant Joe Friday. They were in civvies w concealed-carry guns. Their badges said Governors Security-something. They asked why we parked there, and about the guy in the hospital gown & black tights.
Back on the road, slalom’d our way between trees fallen across I-83 after 80mph windstorm.
On I-83 almost maryland, to keep from carsicking again, I was in the front seat when we sped through the upper branches of a fallen maple tree laying across the interstate.
Miho was impressed at my reaction time ducking down over dashboard-level.
Expecting to get a branch through the windshield, I half-smothered Mochi, the little dog they’d brought to the track.
Still had my Cherry Slurpee at least.
That sweet white Lexus survived barnstorming that maple tree. After boxes of paper towels & baby wipes, it didn’t smell nearly as bad as daily-driver Elvis The Honda Element.
Once we arrived home to Savage, Tony, let me know that Elvis needs a front-end alignment … and an air-freshener
“Right!?”
Said my wife from the porch.
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