I had to split the trip up over three days to accomodate for a freelancing gig I had to do one of the mornings, so it wasn’t even all that stressful. A five-hour day, a seven-hour day and a final eight-hour day of driving can hardly be considered all that draining, though by the time I reached home, the cumulative effect of the trip had taken its toll. I hit the hay pretty hard that night once I was back in my own bed.
Never got drowsy, never did the droopy-eye thing, never had to make a desperate stop for some caffeine.
Since nothing profound happened, I thought I’d share some of the smaller bits of wisdom I picked up on the road. And I mean small.
• That thing you want right at this moment while going 80 miles per hour just outside of Little Rock, Ark., — whether it be a bottle of water you bought at a pit stop an hour ago, your pack of gum or the power cord for your cell — is always ALWAYS going to be just out of reach. Always. The empty front passenger seat is your best friend, make use of it.
• Tractor trailers are indiscriminate when changing lanes. They don’t care if there’s a car already there or not. When they throw on that blinker, you best be moving, and fast.
• Eating alone in a sit-down restaurant isn’t all that bad, especially at a Cracker Barrel. Lots of travelers, so the servers usually help get you in and out of there pretty quick.
• Stopping at a White Castle because you’ve never seen one and Harold and Kumar make it seem so great is, in fact, not a great idea. Gross.
• FM transmitters syncing your MP3 player or smart phone to your car radio will drop the signal roughly once every 45 minutes. Finding a new, clear station while going 80 miles per hour can be tricky. I learned a bit too late in the game that the lowest channels are largely unused, and thus, FM transmitter gold.