Saturday, April 28, 2012

A steady hand and a watchful eye

Grant me, O Lord, a steady hand and watchful eye, that no one shall be hurt as I pass by. Thou gavest life, I pray no act of mine may take away or mar that gift of Thine.

Shelter those, dear Lord, who bear my company from the evils of fire and all calamity.Teach me to use my car for others need; Nor miss through love of undue speed.

The beauty of the world; that thus I may with joy and courtesy go on my way.

St. Christopher, holy patron of travelers, protect me, and lead me safely to my destiny.

- Prayer to St. Christopher

It took far longer to get home than I had hoped.  I packed up FOB Borepatch and hit the road, stopping overnight in Waco to get at least a little bit ahead of the drive.  Since the truck drives a lot slower, that two hours turned out to be a good thing.  Plus I got to eat at The Elite Grille in Waco, which serves up a mean chicken fried steak (just ask Uncle Jay, although he seems - sadly - to have closed his blog).

The plan was to head to Tyler and I-20, and then home.  Tyler was actually an easy shot, and then I pointed the tires east.  Alas, by Jackson it was looking like I wouldn't make it that day.  Mississippi roads are bumpy, and I had a load that while I had packed it tetris-like, would still shift if I gave it the roller coaster treatment.  Plus I was plumb tuckered out from the previous day's loading.  And so I pulled off the road to gas up at the Pilot in Meridian.  I had to wait in line because the gas was cheap, cheap, cheap ($3.49/gal).  Then I parked it where I could get out easily (dualie rear view mirrors on the doors make it hard to see behind you when you back up).  I figured I'd call the travel department and have them get me a hotel room.

I stayed over night in Meridian, Mississippi.  While struggling with the economy like much of rural America, the town center there is entirely charming in a Mayberry RFD sense.  Plus, I had dinner at Weidmann's restaurant, a town landmark since 1870.  The pork chop was properly done (many places ruin them; this did them perfectly), the fried green tomatoes were excellent, and the au gratin potatoes were perhaps the finest I've tasted.

Recommended, as is Meridian.  If all you see is what's visible from I-20, you're missing the good stuff.  Plus Country Great Jimmie Rodgers is from there, and hopefully I'll get one of his songs up tomorrow.

Then home today.  The truck is half unloaded, but that's OK - don't need to get it back until Monday, and I need to make some space for the furniture I've brought back.  Idle thoughts from the road:

This was the first time I realized just how obnoxious it is when someone passes a truck on the right hand side.  I never really made it instinctive to look first at the bottom mirror that was trained on the blind spot, rather than the top one what was a wider angle view.  I wonder if that one guy had to change his shorts.  Hope so - serve him right for sneaking up on the right when traffic was bunched up.

Truckin' is fun.  Here's me swapping stories with the guys who get fewer miles to the gallon.  See if you can guess which of those rigs is mine.


I've been (mentally) whining to myself that I'm in not particularly good shape.  Let me tell you, a day loading heavy stuff into the truck has rather buffed me up.  After a day of unloading, I may be able to go to the gym without being humiliated.  In fact, I'm feeling rather the beach is that way-ish.

This site is as SFW as blog brother PISSED's place.  If you like his site, you'll like this.
Packing a truck really is like real world, 3-D tetris.  Err, that will buff you up for the beach.

I'm happy to be home, but think that I'll miss Texas.

5 comments:

  1. Welcome home boss, and bravo zulu to your escort.

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  2. That's a looooong drive! Dad was stationed down at Moody AFB in Valdosta, Ga, when we were kids (I graddyated HS there), most of our family lived in Denton Tx (outside of Dallas). So every summer it was a long day-and-a-half drive in a little hatchback Datsun stationwagon. Its a wonder any of us survived! Glad to hear y'all made it okay!

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  3. Recently I was in the same boat (truck). We drove from San Antonio to NH in 3 days in a similar (next size larger) UHaul truck. And yes, the people who pass on the wrong side, or follow so closely you can't see them should be beaten about the head and shoulders.

    Our timing was good as we missed tornadoes, massive hailstorms, floods and apocalyptic weather en route. Arkansas must have the worst roads of any state.

    Hired helpers through UHaul at destination, and it was well worth it.

    It puts things in perspective when the gas pump shuts you off at $100.00 and you have to start again. Especially at about 9 MPG
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    Glad you are back safe and sound.

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  4. To my swamp yankee sensibilities, 'tis a strange thing to be driving all day and only cross one state border. If I were to drive all day, I'd be either in a different country or have crossed 6-7 state lines.
    Glad to hear the adventure's over, anyhow. I bet you're going to be wicked sore tomorrow. Not pissa at all.

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  5. Glad y'all are home safely. Texas always has the welcome mat out for you.

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