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2005-09-27 ó

Road Trip! Road Trip!

-Singing- East bound and down, loaded up and trucking. Weíre gonna do what they say canít be doneÖ

This weekend, I helped a friend move to a little town called Lyons, Colorado, which is very near to where I live. Personally, I hate moving. I havenít had to move myself since I bought my house in 1999, and Iím fine with that. I have helped a few friends move though, so Iím not completely out of the circle.

My friend Cyndi needed some help though, so she called me up and asked if Iíd be willing to help. Cyndiís very dear to me; we go back to 1997 Fire Academy. Yes, we both used to be firefighters, for real. Like I was saying, we're good friends, so I agreed to help her. Did I happen to mention that she was moving from Reno, Nevada. Thatís right kids. 1009.8 miles from Lyons. Shit.

So, Cyndi bought me a plane ticket and off to Reno I went. Of course, she wasnít as packed up as I hoped sheíd be, so our departure time of noon on Saturday was, at best, a lofty goal.

Anyways, her friend Colette came over on Saturday morning, and she and I did the bulk of the truck packing. Colette was awesome! She and I hit it off right away and within ~20 minutes were joking like old friends. I hope to see her again. More than that, she was a fucking awesome packer, and over the next few hours, we packed that truck like a 14-foot U-Haul has never been packed before. Iím sure there were a few cubic feet of unused space peppered throughout the load, but I think we used 99% of the usable space.

After the U-Haul was packed and out of the driveway, we put Cyndiís 2 dirt bikes (one belongs to her 12-year old daughter, race on little sister!), a BIG propane grill, a bicycle, and various other things. By this time it was 2:30, the plan was to leave at noon. We filled up the vehicles and discovered that there was a hole in the upper neck of the U-Haul gas tank. Lovely. Cyndi drove the U-Haul with her daughter, Abby, and I drove her pickup truck with the Labrador, Maggie, as my companion.

Since Reno is on the west side of the wide section of Nevada and we were driving east, we drove all the way across the state, which was 399 miles. During the pilgrimage, I made an interesting discovery. Iíd always assumed that there was only one middle, but over the next 6 hours, I discovered at least 12 separate middles of nowhere in Nevada alone. Iíd look around and think to myself: holy shit. Iím in the middle of nowhere again! I thought that it was 50 miles ago outside of Winnemucca, but here it is again outside of Elko! I mustíve found another one. This remarkable phenomenon should be studied scientifically. Anyone know how to write a research grant proposal?

We stopped for gas and Subway in Winnemucca, NV around dinnertime, then on the Utah/Nevada border town of Wendover, NV. Of course it was filled with casinos and flashing lights, as all NV border towns are, but for some reason I thought the town should have been named Bendover instead.

The first 8 miles of Utah was very windy and down to one lane, but it didnít hold us up. Even though Cyndi and I were both wide awake, we didnít want to push it, so we stopped for the night in Park City UT. It was around 12:45am by this time, since we lost an hour coming across the UT border into the Mountain time zone. After a quick walk of the dog (the chocolate Labrador I mentioned earlier. Get your mind out of the gutter) and a shower, we crashed for the night at about 1:30.

I wanted to be on the road fairly early, so we had a wake up call set for 6:30. Of course, I was still REALLY tired, so I fumbled around and set the alarm for 7:00. Another wake up call came at 6:40, but I still didnít get up. Right at seven though, I suddenly had a 17-piece Mariachi band playing right in my ear. Holy shit! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Fumble with the clock. Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Fumble some more, canít find the button, whereís the button? Is there a switch? Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Thereís the switch. Jesus Christo, el silencio es mucho mejor que la musica. Muy bueno.

After breakfast, we made sure the walkie-talkies I had brought were working (this is how we keep in contact on the highway), and hit the road again at about 7:50am. In no time we were in Wyoming, and stopped near the border in Evanston to gas up again. Between the two trucks, it was about $110 every time were stopped for gas. Ouch. The U-Haul alone cost about 29 cents/mile to drive.

Wyoming seemed to go quickly, believe it or not, but Iím sure it had something to do with the 20mph tailwind that we had. Woohoo! We stopped for a final top off of the fuel tank in Rawlins, WY, which is about 100 miles west of Laramie. Lunch at Wendyís in Laramie, then the last 80 minutes or so went by pretty fast.

Then it was home for me for a quick shower, and a night out with by buddies Steve and Ron from Lake Havasu. Much bourbon was imbibed, and there was much rejoicing. That's another story though...

What a long weekend!

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Alex Gibb - 2005-09-28 11:43:03
You drove all that way sober? Man...
Cyndi - 2005-10-09 11:03:29
You are the best Tim!!! Love Ya No Shit!!!

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