Wednesday, April 6, 2016

April 1, 2016 (South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia)

This latest installment of Mileophile will take us to our nation's capitol and surrounding areas!

Mile .04- We decided that since we were embarking on the longest continuous car ride in Mileophile history (8 hours with no fun interesting stops) we should check the kids out of school a bit early.  I arrived in John's car and when the children entered the parking lot, I started to explain that while they were at school, my land yacht had broken down and we had to drive John's car all the way to Washington. Man, it was hilarious watching their PTSD kick in from two summer's ago when they were crammed in the back of a rental Maxima. Gasps of disbelief, actual wet tears, and mucho protesting. I let them carry on a while then... April Fools! I love to build their character!

We are pushing forward and only stopping when nature calls and to get gas.
Mile 199- Gaffney, South Carolina-Largest statue of a Keister (they say it's a peach) You be the judge...
Look kids, its a full moon!

I Ass-ume that the people of Gaffney have become desensitized to watching the sun set on the fuzzy cheeks of the local heinie statue. But, I declare, my feminine sensibility can't un-see that.  (fans self, feigns the vapors). 

Again, not many stops on this first leg so not much to write about.
Our favorite satelite radio station of this trip has been Prime Country because we can kind of agree on it.  I remember a few of the songs because they played on my radio after the New Kids on the Block era but prior to The Cure/Morrissey sad-goth period. John remembers riding in his daddy's truck listening to Ronnie Milsap and Terri Gibbs (who?? ) Such poetry spewed forth from the air waves such as, "I'm messed up in Mexico living on re-fried dreams" and "You're my Jamaica, You're paradise to me" Charlie Pride's combination of steel drums and steel guitar was musically perplexing, but hey, it was the '80s. 

And car quote of the day is awarded to Thomas. "Excuse me....., I had gas. The real kind, not the April Fools kind"

Mile 548- We pulled into the Springhill Suites at 11:45, joining  a horde of travel baseball players. One day, dear reader, some I-team investigative reporter will uncover a scandal  revealing the under-the-table involvement of  mid-range, mediocre hotel chains and the surge in popularity of youth travel sports. Your families are making it rain at Marriott headquarters. Although, after seeing 20 something pre-teen boys get real comfortable at the free breakfast, they may not be breaking even....

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