The adventure begins on Thursday, August 12th. My friend Eehern is moving from Cambridge, MA to San Jose, CA by way of a convoluted path across the country.
I am the designated passenger for the Cambridge - Chicago leg. Note that I am not a designated driver, because Eehern doesn't believe I can drive stick shift. Somehow farm truck != beloved Subaru in terms of driving skill. I maintain that if I can navigate cow fields, I can totally manage highway driving, obviously. Same thing, right?
The plan called for leaving at 7am, but he and friends were out celebrating late the night before - so I had my doubts. So despite myself getting up dutifully at 6:45am, I heard not a peep from Eehern until 8:30am. Turns out after celebrating, he had been working from 2-4am the night before, taking care of such important tasks as delivering odds and ends to lab.
So at 8:30am he tells me: "I'll be over in twelve minutes."
Twelve minutes later he calls, "Did you remember your passport?" Yeah. Got it.
At 9:10am I see the Subaru pull in front of my building - longest twelve minutes I've waited in a while. :)
|Figure: The car, packed to the brim. I was allowed one carry-on and one personal item.|
We stopped at a gas station, and headed out. I always road trip with a beverage. To me, it's a part of the experience. I have nostalgic memories of driving from Stillwater OK to Tulsa OK, which takes exactly the amount of time to drink a Dr. Pepper.
|Figure: Miss Outlier's road trip beverage, morning Day 1.|
|Figure: My grandfather would be proud. He was a basketball coach.|
|Figure: So this is what we did instead. Eehern insists there wasn't much there to see, I think that made him feel better.|
|Figure: So basically, if we didn't make it to Chicago, it was either my fault or the GPS lady. I'm sayin' the fault would be with the GPS.|
|Figure: Thus, I also had maps.|
Eehern wasn't hungry. As I would come to find out, the boy doesn't need anything. No food, no water, no rest, no - ahem - bathroom stops. Apparently, I'm a high-maintenance passenger. He's always fine.
But he's also a gentleman, so we stopped for lunch.
|Figure: Miss Outlier's road trip beverage, afternoon Day 2|
But Albany comes before Buffalo, and Albany had the following in store for us: rain!
|Figure: Putting the RainX to work. Eehern has a devotion to RainX, to the point where he no longer uses wipers. Out of principle. And because his wipers aren't very good.|
At 3pm, we took a break. Once again, Eehern didn't need anything. But I needed to stretch and take a bathroom break. Perhaps those road trip beverages have something to do with it...?