I’d better grab the the opportunity to post when I can. Traveling with dad is an “unique” experience, and not for everyone; even the patience of mom is tested to the maximum, as he tends to start a trip like the whips of Satan’s imps are driving him across the plains. Max and I are cool with it, as it usually means more opportunities to meet and hang out with like-minded travelers at our non-existent destinations, and today was no exception.
We finally stopped in Hinton, OK, where dad met a fledgling small town pastor having dinner with his beautiful family; this man was free with the information that he was a recovering addict. When dad asked him what he considered his largest challenge in this new endeavor, the man surprisingly answered:
“My pride”; with a vision such as his, I predict he will go far.
On the way back to the freeway, we spotted two loaded down BMW motorcycles parked at a seedy hotel dad had frequented on past trips; normal people don’t just stop and bang on stranger’s doors, but dad’s lack of “normalcy” has been established long ago. The bikes belonged to a dynamic duo of grandparents in the middle of a month long journey from California to Kentucky, and who’s past trips had included a visit to Tierra del Fuego and trip through Mexico that didn’t end so well. That trip came to a sudden halt, as did the man’s bike and the life of the cow that wandered into his path in Baja, leaving him (the rider, not the cow) incapacitated for over a year. But past performance is not indicative of future results, and now they’re back on the road again.
Max and I used these two lengthy encounters to discover and devour one of the bags of the jerky the Deb sent us, with the expected gastric results; now the interior of the car is heavy with the essence of oily zephyrs and the gurgling of hairy bellies.
At least that’s dad’s story, as I do recall him having a mocha frappe earlier in the day, and those things are like drinking frozen Drano, only slightly more toxic, er, tasty. Max also had a taste, as evidenced still by the stiffness of his chocolatly-smelling mustache.
See, I told you traveling with the inmates isn’t for everyone…
See you on the road!