For you see, for about 4 years I had a commute of about 4 hours each way every Monday morning and Thursday night between Indianapolis and Chicago. I worked four 10 hour shifts a week so it made for some LONG days. I wanted to move to Chicago permanently to join my fiance, soon to be husband, but I had a career and a townhome in Indiana. My large home had sold and I was just renting the townhome, but transferring up to Chicago job-wise wasn't an option as there were no openings at my pay grade (I'm sort of like "Director" if we were NCIS) and I was too close to retirement to take a pay cut to be closer to home. With people retiring, I knew there'd be an opening if I was just patient.
Fortunately, I had a big, sturdy American made barge of a vehicle to haul Barkley, and later Abby when we rescued her, back and forth.
Sometimes there's miscellaneous cargo of the squirrel, and not so squirrely, in the back..
Uh, Barkley, the LITTLE grey bed is your dog bed.
Soon, the night succumbed to day, and everything quickened. The traffic and my pulse would quicken, as the light spread over the road like water. Soon it's day and from the vantage point of a vehicle that sits up high, I could see all sorts of things.
It's fun to look back on some of the trips, "bed hair" and all. If we were moving I'd just hold up the little point and shoot camera while I kept a hand and eyes on the road and snap back at Barkley. Some of those were hilarious. And if we were slowed or stopped in traffic sometimes we could get a shot of an interesting vehicle.
Diary of a Drive with Mom
Wake up Barkley -there's an interesting vehicle!~
Me. "I waved, he waved. But he didn't signal when he was changing lanes." (Seriously, I about ZAP! POW! BAM!'d his back bumper when he suddenly cut in front of me.)
Friend #1: "The Bat Signal is only for use in emergencies."
Friend #2: "People signal Batman; Batman doesn't signal people.
On this same stretch of road, another trip, there was a vehicle for which I didn't get a picture as the traffic was too heavy to be distracted by a camera. There were a couple extra antennas on it. One looked like it was Elmer-Glued on. It looked too new to be a Grand Marquis de Sade, more likely a later model Crown Vic, but the shape and color were such that hundreds of drivers in the past had likely slowed down in its presence thinking it was an unmarked cop car.
The yellow triangle in the window that said "Baby on Board".
I did get a picture of this. . .
Even with a state that's about as hilly as Saskatchewan, I still don't get more than 18 miles to the gallon. But I bet I get more than this guy, driving a truck that appears to be made out of four separate vehicles with a camper that appears to be attached with Velcro. I kept my distance in case the wind picked up.
But as we got closer I could see it was a very beat up Volvo, with the rust marks to show its age. But it was pink. Pink, painted with a brush.
With a fresh and flawless Mary Kay "I Won It Ask me How" sticker in the back window.
The man driving it looked like the guy from the Red Green show and the car was full of junk, likely a run from the farm to the junkyard or dump.
Thank you, Barkley - for all the good trips and the good memories and for watching over Abby Lab and me while we made that last year of drives without you. We miss you every day. When I get on a plane going to the UK and see someone in First Class reading your book, I just smile. Your story continues to warm people the world over, and for that I am glad.