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1890 Miles, 31 Hours, L.A. to LA.
Mind you, my car's A/C had broken shortly before the trip, but couldn't get it fixed.
Highlights :
Had to delay the trip 24 hours, due to Hurricane Edouard (or YouTard, as I call it,) ending smack in the middle of the I-10, when, as scheduled, I'd be 6 hours from crossing it. The problem wouldn't be so much as the dying storm itself, as the residual flooding, debris on the highway, bad drivers in rain/water, etc.
Leaving after a 2-hour map and a huge dinner at Steve and Amanda's, I started the car about 5am, and headed out.
There are f****** MILLIONS of windmills between Los Angeles and the California line. Since I've only been through there at night, I'd never noticed them.
Once you cross into Arizona, gas drops $0.70 a gallon, until you approach Phoenix.
Don't know if it's today's gas prices, but, there was NO traffic on the streets of Phoenix. I've spent about two months combined in Phoenix just a few years ago, and the traffic was about a fourth of what I was used to. They also nearly finished the tram that will run on Apache/Main. I went to Tempe Camera, but 1/2 of their stock seemed missing, and didn't have anything I wanted, so I was out of there in under 5 minutes. From there, to my favourite sticker/cigarette shop, which seems to have been sold, doesn't really carry stickers anymore, and had only one pack of my cigs. Finally, I stopped at Kelly Camera to pick up a camera strap, this gorgeous embroidered one for $19.99; they were shut down, they closed their doors less than a week previous, so said the sign.
Unproductive in Phoenix, I got back on the road.
After Tuscon, and near a rest stop, I saw a parked maroon 80's Cadillac, and from it emerged a well-dressed, 50ish Indian man, with a portly white girl, with tube-top, jean shorts, flip-flops, and tightly pulled-back hair, wandering off into the foliage... I hope she didn't cost too much, or perhaps it was in exchange for the ride? Who knows. Heh. Lot Lizards.
In Van Horn, Texas, I ate my first meal on the road, about 17 hours into the trip, Van Horn is pretty much exactly in the center of the L.A. to NOLA trip. I stopped at a particular Chevron to see all of the girlie pin-up and military pins they have there on the wall, for sale. Consistent with my earlier errands, those pins no longer exist. So much for my little 'fun things to do' in the Southwest. Filled up, drove on.
El Paso, like Phoenix, had a fraction of previous traffic, to my relief.
San Antonio finally decided to fix the I-10 between the North 410 to the center of town, but still a clusterfuck in the downtown area. I think I counted SIX ramps you need to take in a split-second to simply continue the I-10, knowing it takes a 90-degree turn in San Antonio. This was earlier than 6am, and, despite having little traffic, was still horrible.
Between SA and Houston, there's a lot of deer warnings. I saw several, in random spots, grazing on the side of the highway, which made me nervous as f***.
By the time I got to Houston, the storm clouds of the weeks before cleared, and searing heat came into my car, two-inch cracks in the windows, and the vent on full wasn't reprieve enough. 43 miles construction. No shoulders. 23 miles of one-lane traffic. Accidents... everything went wrong, including smack in the middle of downtown... they quit putting signs up for directions, despite there being multiple splits in the highway... they began, unannounced, painting them on the actual highway pavement. One blink, and you don't know where you are. With exits veering off to the left, right, and sometimes the lane right next to you (even if you're in the center,) it's daunting.
Finally, I got to Lafayette, and was so tired, I got lost trying to get back to the highway, after liberating an ICEE from a run-down gas station.
Soon, I was home, marinated in 31 hours of heat and sweat, mildly hallucinating (odometer slightly rotating, seeing a stuffed animal in my backseat, hearing video-game like sounds softly from the car, and it wasn't my phone, or Nintendo DS,) I went to sleep for 17 hours, after a shower.
Today, my A/C is getting refilled (hopefully there's no leak,) and I may or may not venture to the French Quarter for the evening.
Otherwise, I put myself on spontaneous nap alert.
Excuse the spelling.
Highlights :
Had to delay the trip 24 hours, due to Hurricane Edouard (or YouTard, as I call it,) ending smack in the middle of the I-10, when, as scheduled, I'd be 6 hours from crossing it. The problem wouldn't be so much as the dying storm itself, as the residual flooding, debris on the highway, bad drivers in rain/water, etc.
Leaving after a 2-hour map and a huge dinner at Steve and Amanda's, I started the car about 5am, and headed out.
There are f****** MILLIONS of windmills between Los Angeles and the California line. Since I've only been through there at night, I'd never noticed them.
Once you cross into Arizona, gas drops $0.70 a gallon, until you approach Phoenix.
Don't know if it's today's gas prices, but, there was NO traffic on the streets of Phoenix. I've spent about two months combined in Phoenix just a few years ago, and the traffic was about a fourth of what I was used to. They also nearly finished the tram that will run on Apache/Main. I went to Tempe Camera, but 1/2 of their stock seemed missing, and didn't have anything I wanted, so I was out of there in under 5 minutes. From there, to my favourite sticker/cigarette shop, which seems to have been sold, doesn't really carry stickers anymore, and had only one pack of my cigs. Finally, I stopped at Kelly Camera to pick up a camera strap, this gorgeous embroidered one for $19.99; they were shut down, they closed their doors less than a week previous, so said the sign.
Unproductive in Phoenix, I got back on the road.
After Tuscon, and near a rest stop, I saw a parked maroon 80's Cadillac, and from it emerged a well-dressed, 50ish Indian man, with a portly white girl, with tube-top, jean shorts, flip-flops, and tightly pulled-back hair, wandering off into the foliage... I hope she didn't cost too much, or perhaps it was in exchange for the ride? Who knows. Heh. Lot Lizards.
In Van Horn, Texas, I ate my first meal on the road, about 17 hours into the trip, Van Horn is pretty much exactly in the center of the L.A. to NOLA trip. I stopped at a particular Chevron to see all of the girlie pin-up and military pins they have there on the wall, for sale. Consistent with my earlier errands, those pins no longer exist. So much for my little 'fun things to do' in the Southwest. Filled up, drove on.
El Paso, like Phoenix, had a fraction of previous traffic, to my relief.
San Antonio finally decided to fix the I-10 between the North 410 to the center of town, but still a clusterfuck in the downtown area. I think I counted SIX ramps you need to take in a split-second to simply continue the I-10, knowing it takes a 90-degree turn in San Antonio. This was earlier than 6am, and, despite having little traffic, was still horrible.
Between SA and Houston, there's a lot of deer warnings. I saw several, in random spots, grazing on the side of the highway, which made me nervous as f***.
By the time I got to Houston, the storm clouds of the weeks before cleared, and searing heat came into my car, two-inch cracks in the windows, and the vent on full wasn't reprieve enough. 43 miles construction. No shoulders. 23 miles of one-lane traffic. Accidents... everything went wrong, including smack in the middle of downtown... they quit putting signs up for directions, despite there being multiple splits in the highway... they began, unannounced, painting them on the actual highway pavement. One blink, and you don't know where you are. With exits veering off to the left, right, and sometimes the lane right next to you (even if you're in the center,) it's daunting.
Finally, I got to Lafayette, and was so tired, I got lost trying to get back to the highway, after liberating an ICEE from a run-down gas station.
Soon, I was home, marinated in 31 hours of heat and sweat, mildly hallucinating (odometer slightly rotating, seeing a stuffed animal in my backseat, hearing video-game like sounds softly from the car, and it wasn't my phone, or Nintendo DS,) I went to sleep for 17 hours, after a shower.
Today, my A/C is getting refilled (hopefully there's no leak,) and I may or may not venture to the French Quarter for the evening.
Otherwise, I put myself on spontaneous nap alert.
Excuse the spelling.
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