|The drive home (part four - the end)
||[Dec. 2nd, 2009|01:16 am]
|||||QOTSA - God||]|
I get to Craig and Kristen's around 10 or so.. I'm half delirious, but seeing Craig snaps me out of it.
To this point now on the trip.. I wanted to stop at the 300 mile mark in Tennessee to eat. At 10PM. I couldn't find what I wanted. I got gas and continued on. I was heading north still in TN at midnight, was about to get a room, and my girl started texting, so I kept driving.. through SNOW at points. I hit Virginia, got PUMPED, drove TWO HUNDRED MORE miles, and ate at 4AM. Scrambled for rest or a room, working slowly north until 6AM.. then it happened.
I said FUCK this. Powered through to Delaware 12 hours AFTER I wanted food.
10 hours AFTER I wanted to sleep.
Am I bragging?
NO. I am a complete irresponsible idiot for doing that. But it's done, and I am typing, so..
I am greeted with love and hugs and a very large dog and cinnamon rolls and milk. Not a bad way to end that leg. We hung out and watched TV for awhile, and around 2PM I finally hit the wall hard.. originally I thought I could get there, go right to bed and steal 4 hours of sleep.. my body has just become accustomed to not sleeping.
I got a couple hours, we hung out, watched TV.. and as I was about to ask Craig if we might order up some food, Kristen started cooking an ENORMOUS meal for us.. It was awesome on so many levels. 'Colby Cordon Bleu'.. all the fixins. I had been single for well over a year, and didn't get home cooked meals anymore. And with all due respect to Cora, she offered to cook for me all the time.. but I never took her up on it.
Awesome meal. awesome time with my brother, and Kristen even sent me packing with fresh baked cookies and a couple Pepsis for the road. I had NO IDEA how much I would need them later.
Hit the road for the last stretch at 11PM. I was gonna take down the rest of the hardest stretch without dealing with traffic. I knew I lucked out to this point. NO traffic, NO accidents and NO detours. And I KNOW how to get through Jersey and CT.
Get gas, slap my hands together, say bring it bitch, and hit the NJ Turnpike.
Yeah.. it brought it.
I WISH I could be TOTALLY honest about this part of the trip. It will NEVER happen. asdfjk'q;lfjq';wefq;'ogj;'oqwjeg;qg
What I will say? I went in cocky. I was ready to take the last leg on knowing damn well I would not see traffic. Flatlands. Terrain I know. Done this a million times. LETS GO
It had been awhile. What I didn't count on? Construction. From the south end of the NJ Turnpike ALL THE WAY to the Connecticut border. Yeah I am not forgetting New York, it was NO BETTER.
And how did I do it?
ONE LAST TIME.
She was there. 11PM when I left until almost 3AM.. she CARRIED me to New England.
It was a horrible obstacle course for almost 5 straight hours. Cones, tolls, 23572398 lanes down to ONE, vampires, lightning bolts, skeletons riding horses, you name it. It made me hate Yankees fans even more and I didn't know that was possible.
Then it happened. The hairiest moment of the trip. One of the tight construction areas heading into White Plains on 287.. speed limit is 45 there, I hit the corner of the very tight 3 lane temp highway along side 3 sanding trucks.. there is actually a RADAR showing your speed so you won't fuck around. We were all going 67.
We didn't fit. I sideswiped one of the trucks tires. My car is very low to the ground. My passenger door actually caught on fire for a few seconds. I smelled it, but didn't KNOW it until Tony told me it was BURN damage.
Hit Connecticut a little after 2:30.. she had just cut me loose, and there I was again.. on my own. Nothing is open, too close to home to get a room, and everyone is asleep. I have to derive a game plan to get through to the end in one piece.
I couldn't do it.
I was falling asleep EVERYWHERE. I went to Kristens cookies as a back up plan, they carried me but for only 40 miles or so.. I stopped at every rest area, usually the cold air would help. Not anymore. The highway was glossed over with ice. Had to go slow. After New Haven, the highway HAS NO LIGHTS. Total darkness. I almost couldn't see anymore.
It SUCKED. I KNEW how close I was to home, but I was finished. Defeated. I scraped and scratched my way to the parking garage at Mohegan Sun. Parked in the garage and went to SLEEP.
Woke up about 90 mins later, said, 'Hey go in and play Roulette first, you're here!' Slapped myself in the mouth and hit the road.
What I thought? 90 mins is plenty let's hit it. What happened? It's still PITCH BLACK out and no lights on the highway. I was in NO BETTER shape than when I pulled in. And THIS TIME? I was scared a little because now I am on a MINOR highway with nowhere to stop.
I REALLY struggled to get to the main strech of 295 after Foxwoods.. then the sun started to show. It was the only thing that saved me. Got to the MASSACHUSETTS border. 7AM. I was listening to the song Fuel - Leave The Memories Alone.. And I actually cried in the car.
It was over. All of it at once. The move to Vegas, my failed marriage, losing it all and letting it go EXACTLY like my father did, I lived ten years in 20 miles from the MASS border to Worcester. All I wanted now was my new home, my new job and more importantly than anything on this planet, kissing her for the first time in 46 days.
There were no more struggles. The sun was up. My will was unbreakable. I smiled driving through my home state. I wasn't the fastest car on the highway, but I didn't give a shit.
Hit 495. SIGH
Exit 37.. One town away now.
I pulled in a little after 8AM on Thursday morning.
Left at 6:30PM EST on Sunday night, arrived in MY DRIVEWAY in Billerica at 8AM EST on Thursday morning.
3,010 total miles.
When people see my car, NO ONE can believe I pulled it off... I'm glad I didn't know that people thought I was crazy before I left Vegas.
I went into the garage, got the key to my new home, walked in to some smells that I have since gotten rid of, threw away 54 pounds of 2 year old frozen blueberries, sneezed myself nearly to death and made it a home.
And the woman that helped me get here through literally HUNDREDS of miles? I am forever in her debt. She's amazing. Thank you baby.