Road Trippin’

We made it through day one! We made it through the first leg of the trip just fine. Brian had a couple “I’m two” moments, but really, they weren’t bad at all. We stopped just three times, two potty breaks and a break for lunch outside Roanoke.\
The stats for today:

  • 590 miles
  • 10.2 hours
  • 2 10 minute potty breaks
  • 1 40 minute lunch break
  • Even with the breaks, we “averaged” 57 miles per hour. Take the breaks out and we averaged 64 miles per hour. Not bad considering a couple bad wrecks that caused some delays, and hitting “rush hour” in Chattanooga. The traffic was manageable all the way down, and the boys were little angels.\
    We even mostly missed the rain. We raced it the whole way and got caught a couple times by some light showers, but never anything horrible – just enough to clean off the windshield.\
    We’ve eaten dinner, the boys are in their jammies watching cartoons, and I’m recharging the laptop (the cigarette lighter power adapter can’t quite put out enough juice for the macbook pro, I guess), and checking mail (and writing this).\
    Tomorrow – 381 miles to go… then I’ve been promised the best barbecue on the planet, served by fat women in a restaurant without a floor. I’ll let you know how it goes (cuz it sounds like my kind of place).
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By Kevin Lawver

Web developer, Software Engineer @ Gusto, Co-founder @ TechSAV, husband, father, aspiring social capitalist and troublemaker.

3 comments

  1. Fat woman without a floor? Hmm, reminds me of a poem:
    I wish that my room had a floor.
    I don’t care so much for a door,
    But this walking around
    Without touching the ground
    Is getting to be quite a bore.
    Have fun with the BBQ, and don’t fall through that non-existent floor!

  2. No floor…reminds me of the dives I went to in college. Great that your kids were angels. Figure out what did it, bottle it, and it’s your ticket to riches. Have a good one

  3. No floor…reminds me of the dives I went to in college. Great that your kids were angels. Figure out what did it, bottle it, and it’s your ticket to riches. Have a good one

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