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"Roadtrips...your amusing observations"
echogirl 2120 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Roller Coaster Inaugurator"
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11-21-03, 02:48 AM (EST)
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"Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
Okay last week I was traveling from my current residence to my future residence. An 11 hour drive from Dallas to Albuquerque. I've driven 287 countless times and have probably stopped at every Allsups from Chilicothe to Claude. At every Dairy Queen. I have pee'd in in Quanah, Memphis, and Estelline. Every time I pass through these towns it seems like I am passing through a time capsule. Until I see something that just doesn't fit! Like a phreaking cowboy driving a Ferrari in Clarendon. Or camels roaming some ranch just outside of Iowa Park. Texans can be kinda weird, but I realize that's part of our appeal. Kinda sad because I'm leaving soon!Anyway, one thing I love about roadtrips are seeing all the cool signs. Everyone is proud of their towns, no matter how bleak or how boring they look to the passing traveler. In Childress they ask you to stay the night, or stay awhile longer. I'm assuming those who stay longer probably were pulled over by a state trooper and were carrying more than luggage. I mean somehow I don't see Childress as a hot tourist attraction. But gosh darnit it's Texas! Somewhere along 287 I passed "It I'll Do Motel". I admire truth in advertising and always wanted to stay there. I can picture the lumpy mattress, the fuzzy TV with only two channels, and the carpet full of cigarette burn holes. I'm pretty sure you could open your back window and see cows, and better yet smell the cow poo. The parking lot was gravel, and I saw a couple of 18 wheelers, so I'm sure I would have received unwanted sexual advances as well. But I will admit from the road it had that Texas charm. When I arrived in Amarillo I was tempted to head north to Dumas where they have my all-time favorite billboard; "Dumas Home of the Ding Dong Daddies". I'm not really sure what a Ding Dong Daddy is, but I know their are no Hostess Plants in Dumas. Everytime I see that sign I become more curious. I sincerely doubt Dumas is a hotbed for Rap Music, nor do I think the mayor of Dumas is a pimp, so I've concluded the men of Dumas must be well-endowed. I've stopped in Dumas for gas and a Dilly Bar at the local Dairy Queen and I did observe several men walking kinda funny. At the time I thought it was because their jeans were too tight or their boots hurt their feet, but I am now convinced that they are all packing something extra. I wonder what the women of Dumas think of all of this. Anyway I wasn't headed north, I was headed west. Bushland, Vega, Adrian, Glenrio, and then the state line. You can smell Vega ten miles away. They have a fertilizer plant or something. Just a bunch of cow poo. It really stinks! But what I found amusing was this "RV Park" less than 1/8 of a mile from this poo field. I mean the stench was maddening and you wouldn't think someone would actually park their RV next to this crap, much less pay to park their RV next to this crap, or try to sleep next to this crap. Wrong! Texans are strange. To be continued? Probably not!
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woeisme1 4081 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Jerry Springer Show Guest"
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11-21-03, 03:12 AM (EST)
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1. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
>To be continued? Probably not! Why? I was so enjoying your tale. I saw"I've driven 287" and I thought of my mainland home and 287 runs north and south. Through the only cemetary in the Guiness book of records. Why, you ask? Because it's the only cemmetary in the world that has a hiway running through the middle of it. Strange but true. But it is a lovely town and very artist friendly, with many statues placed throughout town. Hundreds of statues. And every August they have a huge art fest/fair inviting hundreds of artists of evey kind to it from all over the world. It's a 3 day event. Sorry-I got carried away there. But I love your story. Happy Hawaiian Thanksgiving (Turkey) I was going to refuse to post to you but I realized that if I didn't tell you, how would you know I was ignoring you?--Pythonfan
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pythonfan 3348 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Car Show Celebrity"
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11-21-03, 08:59 AM (EST)
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3. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
Just wanted to reply to your post to up your count I don't really have a road trip story, but a funny name story. When BIL and SIL got married a few years ago, my DH was in the wedding. The rehearsal dinner was at a place called Lickety Split. Fine dining, that place. (Lima, Ohio...be very afraid) My (other) BIL and I still get a good kick out of it. I thought MIL was going to separate us at the dinner because we were giggling so much. hee
Is there another word for synonym? --George Carlin
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Schnookie Palookie 16822 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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11-21-03, 09:57 AM (EST)
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4. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
LOL Echo! I always love your stories."so I've concluded the men of Dumas must be well-endowed. I've stopped in Dumas for gas and a Dilly Bar at the local Dairy Queen and I did observe several men walking kinda funny. At the time I thought it was because their jeans were too tight or their boots hurt their feet, but I am now convinced that they are all packing something extra. I wonder what the women of Dumas think of all of this." BWAHAHAHA! I don't have any amusing stories to tell. I do have some road trip observations though. Whenever we drive to Florida, I'm always amazed at how many elderly peeps are driving on the road with their clothes hanging across a bar across the width of the back seat. Don't they own luggage? Whenever we drive through Alabama, I'm always amazed at the amount of Firework stores there are. And, Piggly Wiggly's *I miss Rupie*
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pythonfan 3348 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Car Show Celebrity"
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11-21-03, 01:05 PM (EST)
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9. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
Oooh I thought of a road trip story. Well, my sister and I always have road trip stories, but no one ever finds them nearly as amusing as we do. Okay, first off, no road trip is ever complete without the "Maurice" song. Yeah, I know that's not the name of it...but you know what I mean ...The Joker, Steve Miller Band...I knew it would come to me. LOL Oh yeah, and Hotel California. Because, well, it's a requirement (you'd think I'd just buy the CD's LOL) Also, we always end up at wal-mart wherever we go. Oh, and we always get lost. Always. Even if we've been there 100 times. Our most recent trip was a few weeks ago shopping in Indy. We made it into the city to the mall just fine. We ended up making a completely useless loop around the city trying to find our way out - have I mentioned that I believe most cities in Indiana are actually Hotel California??? Okay, anyway, after driving all that way and only making purchases at stores we have here we stopped at a wal-mart on our way out of town. I decided (where's that BOING meter?) to buy an atlas. I came *this close* to buying the one with the "wal-mart directory" but opted for the "easy to read" version instead...I probably need it. Well, anyway, we almost always get lost. Lafayette Indiana...you can't get out of that town. Springfield, IL. I swear, it's a straight shot from here, ONE ROAD...but when you go to the fair you have to take a different route out of town and we get lost EVERY. Stinking. Time. We always have great fun though. Oh and this last time we were searching the airwaves for 80's stations. I found one taking requests, called in and asked for "Pour Some Sugar On Me" - and about 45 minutes later, nearly peed my pants when I heard myself on the radio. See, really, you'd have had to been there, but it was good fun. That is all.
- "Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." -Mark Twain
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StarryLuna 4771 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Stuff Magazine Centerfold"
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11-22-03, 09:50 AM (EST)
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13. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
I live in Virginia and almost all my family (except for my dad, fiance and future MIL) live in the northeast, so I take several road trips a year. On the way to my fiance's grandparents, there's a city called Parole that's home to a prison. Last Christmas, my dad and I followed a minivan for about 3 or 4 miles because they had a tv and were watching "Home Alone."Unfortunately, I always seem to run into windshield problems. I got my first car in 2000 (when I was 21). Ahhh...my 1987 Nissan Stanza. I was so proud of it. The first time I drove north, I was on 87 outside of New York City where they've been doing road construction for about 4 years. Of course, a rock flew up and cracked my windshield. This summer, my Stanza was biting the dust just as I was about to leave for the north. My dad decided I needed to get a new car, so the day before I left, I bought a 2001 Honda Civic. The next day I headed north and on 95 north outside of Washington DC, a rock flew up and cracked my windshield! A JSlice of holiday spirit!
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KObrien_fan 8360 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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11-22-03, 09:13 PM (EST)
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14. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
Brand new to OT, invited by Buckeyegirl who stole me from Survivor Spoilers, so here goes...I love road trips, I love to drive and can do so for long stretches at a time, I have a pretty good sense of direction, and can usually find the best route to take even if unfamiliar with the area. This particular time in my life I was traveling with my fiancee' a professional pool player from South Carolina, we were traveling all over the northeast together on a tour of different tournaments and exhibitions. By the time we got to Kalamazoo Michigan, I had had enough of this man, and decided that it was now or never, I was going to leave him. It was his car, and he had all the money, all I had was 20 dollars in my pocket. (I was 31 at the time) My sister lived just north of Chicago, and with one phone call, I found out I could get from Kalamazoo to Chicago via bus for $18. I had all my possesions in the car (1 suitcase and a pillow), and I asked the man at the front desk of the pool hall if he would mind giving me a ride to the bus station. He could tell I was leaving for good, and since I had helped out at the tournament, he gave me a $50 bill and a ride to the bus station. My sister met me, and from there I planned my trip back to Vermont. I figured out the cost to rent a Uhaul from SC to VT, plus food and expenses, and ended up borrowing $1000 from my family. I took the bus from Chicago to Columbia (22 hour trip), and then packed all my stuff. I took about a 4 hour nap and then rented a Uhaul, and plotted my trip to VT with 1 stop in PA for an overnight. (since straight through would have been 20 hours). There were a couple of very comical moments on this trip. First of all, the Uhaul gas gauge did not work, and I could only estimate how many miles per gallon I would get (about 7 in fact). So every 150 miles or so, I would stop and get gas, just to be safe. I decided that since I was pretty tired, I would get as far as I could and then look for a motel just off the highway, hopefully once I hit PA so that I would have just over half the trip left the next day when I woke up. That was a good plan, so around 9pm I started pulling off the highway just after I crossed into PA. No vacancies. I get gas, hop back on highway continuing North, go about 30 miles and pull off again, no vacancies. I'm thinking what the heck? This continues for the next 2 hours. There was nothing anywhere that had an open room. Its now around midnight and I am spent, can't believe it. The next place I stop is about 60 miles from the border of NY state, and it is here I find that all the hotels and motels are booked because its parents weekend at all the colleges. UGH! I asked the clerk to call ahead up the road and see if any of the other motels in the chain would have a room, luckily they had 1 room left but it was still 60 miles away. I didn't have a credit card, but they held it for me as long as I could get there by 2am. I got there in time, and crashed onto the bed thinking I didn't care when I woke up, VT would be there when I got there. I didn't sleep as long as I would have wanted, out of force of habit I was wide awake by 7am. I got a quick breakfast, and some gas and headed north, still about 8 hours from home. It started to rain. Usually no problem, I don't mind driving in the rain. But I am in a Uhaul truck. It leaks. It leaked bad actually. Not only did it leak in back where my stuff was (and no they dont insure that ), but it leaked up front and dribbled all over my foot on the gas pedal. It was a cold day. My foot was very uncomfortable before too long. I stopped at the next gas station, and got a plastic bag to put on my foot, put my shoe back on, and that was a lot better. The highway in NY was under construction at one part of the trip. The normally wide highway was narrowed by jersey barriers and as I was rounding a turn, rain pouring down, hard to see the road, fog pretty bad, I was passing a truck and it was kicking up some stuff, and to make it worse, every 50 ft or so was a drain dip that my left tire kept hitting into as I was trying to stay in a straight line around the curve! My nerves were frayed, but undaunted I moved on, thinking, I am almsot home, just 6 more hours! Well, I made it to Ticonderoga and knew I was only miles away from the Crown Point Bridge that would take me to within 14 miles of my other sisters house and my salvation. It is now dusk, around 6:30pm, not raining anymore, but dark out. It has been a while since I had been through this way, but as often happens, you remember a shortcut. The only problem is, being dark, the shortcut doesn't quite stick out like a sore thumb, and consequently I took a quite circuitous route to the bridge. I finally did make it, and though I don't remember many of the road signs or billboards, I will never forget the leaky Uhaul, the no vacancies in Pennsylvannia, and the fact that I was able to get home on my own from Kalamazoo!!!!! PS- I had left a note for my pool playing fiancee' to tell him I was leaving, and it wasn't until 5 years later that I ran into him at a pool tournament in Portland Maine. He understood why I had left like I did, but never asked how I got home.
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Swami 5885 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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11-23-03, 01:01 PM (EST)
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18. "RE: Roadtrips...your amusing observations" |
I love all the road trip stories! And the signs too. I want to have the "special" at the S&M Family Restaurant, LOL.Anyway, this is my road trip story, which I wrote for one of the SB Story Competitions a while ago... http://community.realitytvworld.com/boards/DCForumID31/30.shtml
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