45mph, pedal to the metal, dust storm 60 miles away, sucking gas, engine redlined and whining, going downhill. How else do you describe the worst headwind ever? CD skipping. Too hot or too cold. Right ass cheek numb. Bracing the wheel to the right. WTF?
I get to the house and my body is shaking from lack of food and water and stress and BEHOLD!!! I find cookies in the freezer! and beer in the fridge and a cooler full of Old Style thats a year or more old in the garage. WOW. And then I passed out.
Driving into Texas...yeah I said Texas... was unreal. It was like driving into Nebraska but with less cops, more gas stations and way better gas mileage. The van automatically increased a phenomonal 4-5 mpg after crossing the state line. I got an extra 100 miles out of a tank of gas, which is weird, frankly.
What the fuck was I thinking? I brought the mountain bike. I shoulda brought the motorbike! With a gas station every 30 miles its the most moto friendy state Ive been to yet. And actually the people so far are awesome if not completely full of themselves, which is funny in its own way. Not to forget the highest Walmart per square mile density in the US.
The job, the location, the life:
Weatherford, west of Fort Worth. GIS Tech for a shit load of money helping those out of the know get in the know. Oil Exploration. Interesting for about 8.3 minutes. Unless your driving the exploration buggy. So I guess Im living in this dry hole for a month, driving 20 minutes to the next not-dry county for beer, suffering a bike ride to work everyday for 5 minutes. Though, if one were so inclined, one might buy a new car and pay cash. But we all know thats a bad idea. Though a dirt bike is a different story. And....
Suck it Trebek!...
2 comments:
That guy may have shot a giant labrador? or a giant wet cousin of Coopers?
You're right. That thing might be slightly sweeter than the scraper, but barely.
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