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| 4:31am |
The second sister rolled out of bed and into the shower. I also
showered, but it only took a few seconds, as the water just rolled
off my back like... it rolls off a duck's back. Needless to say, I
was already waiting to get move on. And oh yeah, I got to sleep with
the girls. ;) |
| 4:48am |
The first sister groggily fell out of bed. I did caution her to
move the blankets, but what do I know? |
| 5:27am |
The girl started the car (her nice car, not
the now-retired Green Spam
Can) and I was firmly planted next to her left thigh. I was the
designated navigator, even if there wasn't
much to see. We began by filling up with gas; at $2.059 a gallon,
I almost wished I were an African swallow. |
| 8:58am |
Stopped for gas ($1.959 a gallon) in Blythe, CA -- and I had to
do
the dirty work -- and a quick jaunt with some toilet paper. What?
Do you take me for an uncouth duck? I’ve been known to use some
TP. Inside Lovekin Liquor Ultramart was an unpleasant odor -- the
second sister described it as a combination of Long John Silver’s
and funk. Personally, it reminded me of rotting cow -- don’t
ask how I know this. The second sister then started talking about
camels and how fun it’d be to ride over the San Jacinto mountains
via humpback. Hmm, I’m willing stand and takes pictures from
afar. |
| 9:10am (MST) |
Crossed into Arizona, land of many correctional facilities apparently.
The two favorite road signs were: Correctional Facility Next
Exit: Don’t Pick Up Hitchhikers and Inmates
at Work Ahead: Do Not Pull Over. And what the duck is a “coyote
wash”?? |
| 10:32am |
I'll take game
show RVs for $400, Alex. |
| 1:23pm |
Pulled into the Marana, AZ Circle K to fill
up ($1.769 a gallon). Marana’s law enforcement was in full force
-- at
lunch. (I like the dark window tint, too.) We opted to eat where
the police presence wasn't so... present, thus, we did the Jack-in-the-Box
thing. Only made the first sister marginally sick. I was fine. Go
Jack! |
| 4:24pm |
Stopped in Deming, NM for the shiznitz fuel. $1.539 a gallon --
not too shabby. Was told however that the bathrooms were in a dismal
state -- something about lavender paint and floaters (?). I did find
time, though, to defeat
this bear and tame
a wild stallion. |
| 7:39pm (CST) |
Let the Texas accent begin. We passed not only into Texas but the
Central time zone as well. The girl was talking to Baldie and it was
confirmed that we were in central time definitely -- no matter what
the Nextel was purporting as chronological truth. Immediately, we
noticed a foul (yes, I spelled that correctly!) smell. “Oh my
gosh” rang out time and again. (We passed many a Holstein very
near to I-10. Too near for my tastes, unfortunately.) |
| 8:10pm |
We had to pass through an inspection station where we were questioned.
My fellow travelers were ready to deny owning agricultural products.
Rather they got to say, “Yes, I’m a citizen.” As
they waited in line to utter those oh-so important words, they got
a look at this
truck - you can’t go wrong with a video game sponsored by
Hooters. |
| 9:15pm |
Took exit 180 in Kent, Texas to stop at the Chevron for gas ($1.899
a gallon). They were
closed, but that was okay because we found one at exit 181, 3/4
miles away. I thought Texas didn’t have any Chevrons. The place
had a smokey smell and a
strange employee. Wonder why he didn’t want his picture
taken? And all the while the second sister was really getting
into the squeegee thing... grr... |
| 10:40pm |
Starvation set in, not for me of course. The girls had to double
back to exit 258 along the Texas portion of I-10. They wanted Burger
King and, as they were carting me around, so who was I to complain?
Joshua, the manager fellow, agreed to pose with me in
a picture. What a sport! |
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