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short trip, long story
dubrocker04
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well i just got back from 2 weeks in texas, and it sucked balls. i dont particularly care for the place.
made it down to waco to meet my boy johnathan (sinner on ssm) had a few beers; that was the pinnacle of my trip.
friday when i left, i got a speeding ticket before i could even get on an interstate- 87 in a 60; 240 bucks. oh well. i hope my insurance doesn't go up too much.
got about half way through Louisiana and the gas light came on in the middle of fuckin nowhere. i take an exit that claims to have a gas station, and nothing. the needle was seriously on E and i got nervous. i decided against getting back on the interstate (bad move #1) and figured there had to be a gas station close by. usually i get about 340 miles out of a tank of gas before i fill back up... i was at about 375 at the time.
i followed the road off the exit and about 5 miles later came to a T in the road. i figured i would follow the car in front of me; surely he was headed to town. (bad move #2). 8 miles later i was in the next town and still no gas station. the gas guage needle had gone past the orange line that pointed to E, and i thought sure i was done.
somewhere between the sun going below the tree tops and changing CDs, i clicked 390 miles on the odometer, and still no sign of gas any time soon. that's when i noticed my immediate surroundings. every house was on at least an acre of land, all of them had confederate flags flying high, and at times the houses were at least 1/4 mile apart. if i ran out of gas, i would have a nice walk to some hick's house to beg for gas and directions, and hope that they took kindly to strangers. intuition told me that if the tank ran dry, it wouldn't be a friendly encounter by any means.
side note- i only had 2 dollars cash on me, a Florida based check book, and a few Visa cards.
just around a corner i came up on a gas station. it was a small wooden shack with two pumps under a rusted awning, all on gravel and clay. hand made signs taped to the pumps told me that my checks and cards were no good here, so i pulled back onto the road with my short moment of excitement killed by a piece of loose leaf and some clear tape.
i drove till the next house, where in desperation i stopped a lady trying to leave her driveway and asked her where i could get some gas. she pointed down the road and said "11 miles that way", and drove off. great. 11 more miles on an empty tank. i was totally convinced that i would be walking a large portion of that 11 miles.
surprisingly enough, i made it to the next town, and as i pulled into a small gas station, the warm welcome of 'out of order' signs welcomed me to the pumps. frustrated i walked in and asked the first person i saw where in god's name was a gas station that actually had gas and took a credit card might be found. after 20 minutes of explaining how to get a mile down the road, he commented on my truck and i rolled away.
with the odometer reading 407 miles, i pulled into a chevron that was part of the current century. a swipe of the card and 66 dollars later, i had no clue where i was, and was back in business. i filled the tank so full that gas spilled when i put the cap on. i drove 120 miles on a road under construction 90% of the way, passing rednecks every mile or so who felt the need to drive 20 miles an hour. finally back on I-10, i drove to my dad's house, about another 200 miles and called it a night. today i woke up a little early, went ride 4 wheelers with my brother, and rolled the rest of the way to florida. now i get to do 2 weeks of laundry and figure out an excuse to not go to work monday.
just figured i would share a little experience that has convinced me to buy some type of navigation system for my truck and to always carry at least a 20 dollar bill while on the road.
made it down to waco to meet my boy johnathan (sinner on ssm) had a few beers; that was the pinnacle of my trip.
friday when i left, i got a speeding ticket before i could even get on an interstate- 87 in a 60; 240 bucks. oh well. i hope my insurance doesn't go up too much.
got about half way through Louisiana and the gas light came on in the middle of fuckin nowhere. i take an exit that claims to have a gas station, and nothing. the needle was seriously on E and i got nervous. i decided against getting back on the interstate (bad move #1) and figured there had to be a gas station close by. usually i get about 340 miles out of a tank of gas before i fill back up... i was at about 375 at the time.
i followed the road off the exit and about 5 miles later came to a T in the road. i figured i would follow the car in front of me; surely he was headed to town. (bad move #2). 8 miles later i was in the next town and still no gas station. the gas guage needle had gone past the orange line that pointed to E, and i thought sure i was done.
somewhere between the sun going below the tree tops and changing CDs, i clicked 390 miles on the odometer, and still no sign of gas any time soon. that's when i noticed my immediate surroundings. every house was on at least an acre of land, all of them had confederate flags flying high, and at times the houses were at least 1/4 mile apart. if i ran out of gas, i would have a nice walk to some hick's house to beg for gas and directions, and hope that they took kindly to strangers. intuition told me that if the tank ran dry, it wouldn't be a friendly encounter by any means.
side note- i only had 2 dollars cash on me, a Florida based check book, and a few Visa cards.
just around a corner i came up on a gas station. it was a small wooden shack with two pumps under a rusted awning, all on gravel and clay. hand made signs taped to the pumps told me that my checks and cards were no good here, so i pulled back onto the road with my short moment of excitement killed by a piece of loose leaf and some clear tape.
i drove till the next house, where in desperation i stopped a lady trying to leave her driveway and asked her where i could get some gas. she pointed down the road and said "11 miles that way", and drove off. great. 11 more miles on an empty tank. i was totally convinced that i would be walking a large portion of that 11 miles.
surprisingly enough, i made it to the next town, and as i pulled into a small gas station, the warm welcome of 'out of order' signs welcomed me to the pumps. frustrated i walked in and asked the first person i saw where in god's name was a gas station that actually had gas and took a credit card might be found. after 20 minutes of explaining how to get a mile down the road, he commented on my truck and i rolled away.
with the odometer reading 407 miles, i pulled into a chevron that was part of the current century. a swipe of the card and 66 dollars later, i had no clue where i was, and was back in business. i filled the tank so full that gas spilled when i put the cap on. i drove 120 miles on a road under construction 90% of the way, passing rednecks every mile or so who felt the need to drive 20 miles an hour. finally back on I-10, i drove to my dad's house, about another 200 miles and called it a night. today i woke up a little early, went ride 4 wheelers with my brother, and rolled the rest of the way to florida. now i get to do 2 weeks of laundry and figure out an excuse to not go to work monday.
just figured i would share a little experience that has convinced me to buy some type of navigation system for my truck and to always carry at least a 20 dollar bill while on the road.