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Well, as those of you who know us might suspect we got a bit of a late start. Of course, there were the last minute tasks for work (Susie) and the forgotten cell phone charger (Cassandra). We got the car packed, and were pretty proud--how's this for two women on a 10-day trip in a Corvette?!
Our first stop was a shopping trip. No, this was not the result of Susie's shopping addiction. One of our phone-a-friend pit crew was kind enough to research Sprint stores along our route on I-65 (thanks, Jackie!). Not a good indication that with two GPS's in the car we needed this kind of support and still didn't manage to find the Sprint store. We did find a Best Buy that stocked the needed charger. With two at home, this one may be like the lawn elf of commercial fame that gets to do a little traveling before relocating back to the 38th St Best Buy in Indianapolis. There was a Sam's Club right next door and we could not pass up the opportunity to stock some provisions. Susie's shopping addiction was not responsible for this one either. It is just too difficult to pass up the opportunity to purchase a little chocolate in bulk. I don't think we can fit one more item in the car! And we don't want to hear any comments about our weight when we return--especially from you, Josh (he's Cassandra's personal trainer at the Indianapolis Gold's Gym, one of our company Sponsors)!
We have discovered along the way that there are no gas stations in Kentucky, and very few in Tennessee. Not a good thing when you get lost in Memphis! We found ourselves wondering if the Bluegrass state is ahead of the game and everyone owns electric vehicles, or if the horse and buggy is still the preferred method of travel (sorry to our loved ones from this beautiful piece of USA real estate--just a little frustration showing!) Someone needs to get busy on that Ethanol technology so more fuel stations can be made readily available. So, how ya doin', Chad?
The last minute acquisition of the CB radio proved to be a wise move. The truckers were kind enough to suggest a way around our first traffic jam, which worked out perfectly. Listening to the chatter it was evident that they appreciated the Dream Car! Cassandra was proud!
A commentary about motorcyclists (sorry family!) ... Isn't it thrilling enough to be a rider on a fast moving highway--do you have to look for ways to enhance that excitement? There were a couple motorcyclists that pulled up along side us and, of course, admired the 'vette, as they should. Her beauty proved too much for one rider. He was so overwhelmed by her that he could not contain himself and found it necessary to stand up on the bike, pop a wheely, and proceed down the road pretending he was a unicyclist. He seemed to be very skilled at this madness. We finally lost site of him in the traffic--or was it because it was dark? We were going a respectable 65mph, so we estimate he had to be doing at least 90mph. The cop we saw shortly after this clown act had not pulled him over to give him a stern lecture, so the good news is he is still out there and can keep honing his skills. Cassandra was happy it wasn't her driving that merited Susie's first freak out. I think a little anxiety over speed would have been much better than the mental image of dodging body parts somewhere down the road.
Cassandra's first panic attack came somewhere in Tennesse when she noticed some flashing lights in the rearview mirrow. She just couldn't understand because she was actually behaving herself. Turned out the poor guy behind us was not having a good day. This was a mild reaction , however, compared to some time later on the dark, desolate Interstate 55 somewhere in Mississippi, when Cassandra once again noticed flashing lights coming up behind her. She had shed her halo by this time, and hadn't exactly been paying attention to her speed. Hard to think some other schmuck was going to be the unlucky target this time when there wasn't another car on the road. Susie tried to calm the frantic Cassandra as she ripped the radar detector from the windshield and threw it on the floor. It just seemed to Susie that they would have closed the gap much faster, and Cassandra would be standing at the side of the road explaining herself by now if she were the intended target! Ahhhh yes, just as suspected..... an ambulance in transport. Whew! (Again!)
The finale to the trip was the room mix-up. So much for reservations and calling ahead to confirm. We arrived in Baton Rouge around 3:30am and it only took another 1.5 hours to get to our room. We were too tired to argue any more, and just collapsed into our pull-out hide-a-bed! Good news, though, we do get a steep discount for the night.
We want to thank you for the suggestions for names! There are some very good suggestions ... Cara--now that is a great name! (For those of you who don't know, Cara is Susie's daughter's name!)
Susie & Cassandra
We have discovered along the way that there are no gas stations in Kentucky, and very few in Tennessee. Not a good thing when you get lost in Memphis! We found ourselves wondering if the Bluegrass state is ahead of the game and everyone owns electric vehicles, or if the horse and buggy is still the preferred method of travel (sorry to our loved ones from this beautiful piece of USA real estate--just a little frustration showing!) Someone needs to get busy on that Ethanol technology so more fuel stations can be made readily available. So, how ya doin', Chad?
The last minute acquisition of the CB radio proved to be a wise move. The truckers were kind enough to suggest a way around our first traffic jam, which worked out perfectly. Listening to the chatter it was evident that they appreciated the Dream Car! Cassandra was proud!
A commentary about motorcyclists (sorry family!) ... Isn't it thrilling enough to be a rider on a fast moving highway--do you have to look for ways to enhance that excitement? There were a couple motorcyclists that pulled up along side us and, of course, admired the 'vette, as they should. Her beauty proved too much for one rider. He was so overwhelmed by her that he could not contain himself and found it necessary to stand up on the bike, pop a wheely, and proceed down the road pretending he was a unicyclist. He seemed to be very skilled at this madness. We finally lost site of him in the traffic--or was it because it was dark? We were going a respectable 65mph, so we estimate he had to be doing at least 90mph. The cop we saw shortly after this clown act had not pulled him over to give him a stern lecture, so the good news is he is still out there and can keep honing his skills. Cassandra was happy it wasn't her driving that merited Susie's first freak out. I think a little anxiety over speed would have been much better than the mental image of dodging body parts somewhere down the road.
Cassandra's first panic attack came somewhere in Tennesse when she noticed some flashing lights in the rearview mirrow. She just couldn't understand because she was actually behaving herself. Turned out the poor guy behind us was not having a good day. This was a mild reaction , however, compared to some time later on the dark, desolate Interstate 55 somewhere in Mississippi, when Cassandra once again noticed flashing lights coming up behind her. She had shed her halo by this time, and hadn't exactly been paying attention to her speed. Hard to think some other schmuck was going to be the unlucky target this time when there wasn't another car on the road. Susie tried to calm the frantic Cassandra as she ripped the radar detector from the windshield and threw it on the floor. It just seemed to Susie that they would have closed the gap much faster, and Cassandra would be standing at the side of the road explaining herself by now if she were the intended target! Ahhhh yes, just as suspected..... an ambulance in transport. Whew! (Again!)
The finale to the trip was the room mix-up. So much for reservations and calling ahead to confirm. We arrived in Baton Rouge around 3:30am and it only took another 1.5 hours to get to our room. We were too tired to argue any more, and just collapsed into our pull-out hide-a-bed! Good news, though, we do get a steep discount for the night.
We want to thank you for the suggestions for names! There are some very good suggestions ... Cara--now that is a great name! (For those of you who don't know, Cara is Susie's daughter's name!)
Susie & Cassandra
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