The Atlanta-NY drive is a tough one, particularly without stopping for the night. What keeps me going? Knowing that we'll be stopping for breakfast. Each section of this country has its particular roadside stops. Here, it's Cracker Barrell, Perkins and Waffle House. All the fireworks vendors were shut last night, as was Abbots Farms where you can purchase Jellies. Peaches. Salsas. They have free samples too but not at 3am. So we made do with the enormous breakfast platters at The Barrell then browsed the likes of Boston Baked Beans, singing fish and a parrot that repeats everything you say twice as fast and in twice as high a pitch. Don't forget the rocking chairs out front and all the Halloween and Thanksgiving gear inside. Noah likes to complain about the police. "They're just here to make money through bogus tickets, he rants. "When do you see them going into bad neighborhoods to help people?" How often is Noah in bad neighborhoods to see what the police do there? We are, after all, just passing through. At some point, generally when some poor motorist has been stopped by Smokey, as Noah affectionately calls them, he starts singing Rage Against the Machine with a twist. "Pigs On Parade." Lila serenades us with off-key La-La-Las, some squeaks and giggles. "Wheeeee-Boom!" She's the only one who really slept last night. Then we stop at Perkins for more coffee and somehow end up with six muffins and two cookies on their buy 2 get forty free deal. This is our way, the American Way, and I wouldn't trade it or the rolling green hills and spacious sky for anything.
There's nothing like the great American road trip! I'm glad your journey has been a safe one! What a crazy couple weeks you and Noah have had ...
Posted by: JoAnna | September 13, 2009 at 01:27 PM
Hey Noah,
Give the police a break. I know some police are power hungry
but, many are good and do go to great length to help others.
I find that noding and saying hello to an officer can change their behavior forever. It reminds them about who they are and what their role is to the community.
Take care and have a great trip to wherever...
Charles
Posted by: Charles Conlan | September 13, 2009 at 10:20 PM
I remember the ride from Michigan to Florida some years ago straight down I-75. Whew! It's a looooong ride, so I know what you're going through. Take it easy & make it there safe!
Posted by: Collette | September 14, 2009 at 02:46 PM
I envy those who go on a road trip to discover themselves or the places they want to go. But I'm optimistic that, if you can do that once-in-a-lifetime experience, I can too.
Posted by: Tobias Thrash | November 29, 2011 at 10:09 AM