We just completed a 2000+ mile road trip from Valparaiso, IN to Jacksonville, FL and back. With a 5- and 2-year old in the car, we knew we were on borrowed time at all times.
On our second day going down, we were driving from Louisville to Warner Robins, where we had a hotel reservation. By the time we got to Atlanta, we'd been in the car for 6+ hours. For adults, that's easy, but with kids not so much. They were still doing well, but it could get dicey at any time. I was driving, tired, and getting nervous that the kids would lose it before we covered our last hour and a half.
But then we passed Exit 250 on I-75. The exit for 14th Street. The holy land of heavy metal. A feeling of contentment and well being came over me. All my problems vanished. Ahhhh. I tried to describe it to my wife, but she just didn't get it. Phooey. But for those few seconds while we drove past that exit, nothing would have bothered me.
Of course, on the way *back* from Jacksonville we got to Atlanta at around 4:30pm on a Friday, but decided to take the bypass instead of staying on 75 straight through like I had on the trip down. By the end of that drive, I needed Progpower therapy even more than the first time through, but we did not come close enough to the magic power to do me any good.
As a side note, it's fun to drive through Georgia and see all the city names I recognize from the old WCW / NWA days when they'd announce regional live events on their Saturday night TBS show. I could hear Gordon Solie saying "Warner Robins, Georgia!" as we got to our hotel there.
Ken
On our second day going down, we were driving from Louisville to Warner Robins, where we had a hotel reservation. By the time we got to Atlanta, we'd been in the car for 6+ hours. For adults, that's easy, but with kids not so much. They were still doing well, but it could get dicey at any time. I was driving, tired, and getting nervous that the kids would lose it before we covered our last hour and a half.
But then we passed Exit 250 on I-75. The exit for 14th Street. The holy land of heavy metal. A feeling of contentment and well being came over me. All my problems vanished. Ahhhh. I tried to describe it to my wife, but she just didn't get it. Phooey. But for those few seconds while we drove past that exit, nothing would have bothered me.
Of course, on the way *back* from Jacksonville we got to Atlanta at around 4:30pm on a Friday, but decided to take the bypass instead of staying on 75 straight through like I had on the trip down. By the end of that drive, I needed Progpower therapy even more than the first time through, but we did not come close enough to the magic power to do me any good.
As a side note, it's fun to drive through Georgia and see all the city names I recognize from the old WCW / NWA days when they'd announce regional live events on their Saturday night TBS show. I could hear Gordon Solie saying "Warner Robins, Georgia!" as we got to our hotel there.
Ken
