I have mentioned in the past that the wind hates me, today was further proof.
Woke up in Nebraska, North Platte to be exact. Got on the road fairly early since this was my last day of the long haul. As soon as I hit the highway the south wind started tossing my trailer around. Now, don’t get me wrong, its better than a headwind, but the cross wind is probably more dangerous. Just trying to hurl me into the opposite lane to sideswipe a semi. I figure I drove about a 1/4 more miles than I had to just from all the swerving.
Stopped at a rest stop near Grand Island. The exit was Locust Street. Now, I imagine it was a reference to the trees, but the monstrous screaming of an army of cicadas made the name incredibly appropriate. It sounded like a biblical plague had descended and was going to steal my sandwich. I was on high alert. Stay away from my sandwich, bug. I don’t care what vengeful god has sent you.
Rolled on along, under a big archway thingy in Lincoln and through miles of construction in Omaha. It always amazes me that people can’t seem to figure out that a little truck towing a trailer can not speed up. I motion them to go around me, and they just ride my butt expecting me to hurry up for their benefit. I’m topped out folks, go around. And if I’m in an exit only lane with my blinker on, speed up and get out of my way, ’cause I’m coming over whether you do or not. I can’t speed up and slowing down takes forever to get back up to speed, so I’d rather scare the hell out of you. Its more efficient.
I really expected Iowa to be flatter. Lots of ups and downs, though nothing major. Rolling hills and all that. And it appears every little town along the Interstate has its own giant wind turbine. I expect towns to all have a water tower with the city’s name emblazoned on the side, but burgs like Stuart and Adair have gigantic windmills with their names proudly displayed. Good for them. Rural America leading the way toward clean energy.
Stopped in Grinnell, Iowa to see my old friend Justin. He let me crash on his couch for the night so I bought pizza. Seemed like a fair trade. Only about an hour out from Cedar Rapids so I consider my trip concluded, safe and sound, and I don’t plan to do any more daily updates. Just my usual sporadic rantings. See you then.