Sleep. There really is no substitute for it. Today is a whole different ball game, the car is running like a dream, the clutch now feels normal and positive, the headlight has stopped malfunctioning and we’re currently making a mad dash across the last few hundred miles of Texas along I-10 at oh, some miles an hour.
I really didn’t think we’d make it to Austin yesterday, as we drove through Dallas both of us were fading fast. There were a few swerves onto the rumble strips, a lot of swearing at the worst drivers in North America and the last ten miles seemed to take as long as the previous 1690. We rolled into the Sheraton exactly 1700.1 miles and almost exactly 24 hours after leaving PHL. I don’t actually remember arriving or checking into the hotel which just shows how exhausted I was. In hindsight, flying for 28 hours, crossing nineteen different time zones and then driving halfway across America wasn’t the wisest idea but boy was it fun.
Challenge update: UPS being the cheating sods that they are put the bus straight on a plane to Oakland and it’s already in San Francisco with a likely delivery attempt this afternoon, so we’ll call that a win for the boys and girls in brown. However we’re now onto a challenge that we just can’t lose. In a few hours Daisy my 11 month old Bulldog pup begins her journey from Hong Kong to San Francisco. She is taking the night flight from HKG and is scheduled to be delivered to my door around 11pm tomorrow night. Assuming I-10 stays as free and clear as it has already then we’ll be overnighting in Palm Springs, making a morning excursion to the Salton Sea to check out some putrified fish carcasses and derelict motels and arriving in SF around 5pm on Thursday. This is a challenge we can’t lose and Manfred continues to show he is up for the challenge.
Sit rep on the car. It seems that despite the mega mileage it is in great shape. We’ve averaged 70.6mph and 23 mpg even though we both have quite a bad case of lead foot. The Valentine One hasn’t peeped since leaving Austin, the Texas Highway Patrol obviously have better things to do with their time.
Lunch was some good eatin’ down at Rix BBQ Pit in Fort Stockton, TX. A shack by any other name we’re now high on hog stuffed full of ribs, brisket and sausage and the horror of Waffle House is but a distant memory. After some strong encouragement from the Grandmotherly lady behind the register the cupholders are loaded up with cobbler to go. I’m not sure it’s doing much for our power to weight ratio but we couldn’t leave TX sans ‘cue. *burp*
I gotta craving for some handmade Italian loafers… stay tuned.