So driving home this afternoon on 95 South and I’m on a call with a co-worker reviewing one of our strategic business plans. I’m rocking 70 MPH with an 18 wheeler about 30 yards ahead of me in the right lane with very light traffic. All is well and I am cruising along when I hear what sounds like a rocket propelled grenade (RPG) go off and I see shrapnel flying towards me and Stella as the left rear tire of the 18 wheeler exploded. The first words out of my mouth were “HOLY SH1T” and I started my ninja evasive maneuvers. The entire time I am bobbing and weaving to avoid the million pieces of rubber spewing everywhere my co-worker is freaking out and asking me what’s going on. I promptly tell him to “shut up” so I can focus. I was able to successfully avoid all of the shrapnel and return to the call to apologize to my co-worker and relive my story impressing him with my sharp hand and eye coordination (thank you XBox) and the awesomeness that is Stella. We laughed, finished our business call, amd said our goodbyes. With my heart now beating less than 200 bpm I can safely say that I’m still alive to get home to take my wife out for her birthday this evening! God is good.
4,155 miles across 14 states in 10 days and it is good to be home with a glass of bourbon spending time with my family. Anabelle loves her Teddy bear that rode with me from Milwaukee to South Dakota/Wyoming and back. Lots of pictures of me with Teddy along the way as memories for her while she is growing up. My ass hurts but I am so happy to finally be home. Now to start thinking about where to ride for next year’s mancation.
Up and at it early this morning for the final stretch home. Only 2 statea left, West Virginia and Virginia.
From the lyrics of Motley Crue’s Home Sweet Home song. “Just one more night and I’m comin’ off this long and winding road. I’m on my way, I’m on my way, home sweet home.” I can’t wait to see Christina and the kids and share some stories from the road :)
Betty helped me dip 2 bottles of Makers in the wax. She was super cool. The guided tour was awesome as well. Just a bunch of good down to earth people. We might have to take a long weekend next spring and ride the bourbon trail and hit all of the distilleries.
Sorry Teddy but you can’t try the fresh Makers :(.
Proof that Main Street America still exists and that it’s not about price gouging the end consumer. LOVE IT….
Well hello there Kentucky. Your fried chicken is good. I wonder if they call it Kentucky Fried Chicken in Kentucky or just fried chicken?
Headed to Kentucy this morning. Next stop is the Maker’s Mark distillery for a tour.
Holy mess of fried pickles!!!