I have been inspired to start a series of list blog posts. I had a list of "things that I do and things that I want to do" I would post it but, it's vaguely depressing and has changed since the time I wrote it.
Per Emily's sugestion; here is a list of: "Places I don't want to go".
Montana: As I may have mentioned before, I don't really believe that Montana exists. Supposing that it did exist, I would think it would be filled with militias set on keeping America pure.
Turkish prison: Ever since I watched Midnight Express; I am terrified of getting stuck in Turkish prison after attempting to smuggle hash into the US. I fear not being released and dealing with pay offs, corruption and violence and eventually having to murder a guard in order to get out, 7+ years later.
Delaware: If there was a contest for the least interesting state; I think Delaware would win.
Virginia: Maybe the people in West Virginia are all crazy but, the people in regular Virginia are all jerks. I'm not allowed to drive in the state anyway, so I don't really foresee a problem.
Stores: Really any store that specializes in home electronics or bulk food is a place I do not want to be.
Roseburg Valley Mall: While I think that I might like Orange Julius and Skippers world of Fish, I'm not really willing to stick around and find out.
Indiana: If they were giving out awards for the worst state; I would vote for Indiana. They should really change their state motto from "The crossroads of America" to "the smelliest roads in America". And, what the hell is a "hoosier"? And don't even get me started on Gary...
Here is a less in depth list of other places I don't want to go:
The Great Plains
Washington, DC
Dutch Congo
Mexican jail
New Jersey (and just so you know it's is totally passe to hate New Jersey)
Events geared toward teenagers and/or old people.
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Monday, June 02, 2008
Saturday, January 13, 2007
My awesome road trip or I hate Indiana
Short version: After much trial and error we get a new car. The new car runs out of gas somewhere in Indiana. We arrive in Chicago very late at night.
Long version: We call Sean in the morning, he is waiting to hear back from the notary. I mentioned that I would be fine with just switching the plates off of the old car, but no, we have to do things legally. Blah, Blah, Blah, trial and error with the bank, borrow money, check out of hotel again, hide cat, wait around at the gas station for several hours, play cards. Eventually Sean picks us up, we check out the car, a 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity with 60,000 miles on it, the car runs considerably better than the 1990 Volvo 240 with 150,000 miles on it. We drive several counties over to the notary to get a temporary registration. Again we run into issues regarding what address to put on various legal documents. In the end we list the address on my drivers license and decide that if I am pulled over I will just tell the officer I was confused about how to get to Oregon.
Me And Laura move everything from the old car into the new one. During this, Sean is on eBay looking for more cars to buy. Up until today we have had mixed feelings about Sean, today however, another side came through... It was a snug fit but we got everything into the new car. Sean seems overly excited to crush the Volvo.
Finally, we start toward Chicago. It is raining out. A truck without mud flaps blinds us. The tape player doesn't work. The fuel gage also doesn't work. Despite these minor issues the new car runs and handles considerably better than the Volvo. We try and fill up the tank somewhere in Ohio or Indiana, the car only takes a few gallons and then automatically shuts off. We decide the car might be magical, but, we attempt to fill it at the next gas station anyway, it only takes 30 cents worth of gas. We run out of gas a half hour later on the Indiana turnpike. Just moments prior to running out of gas I had been saying to Laura how crappy a state Indiana was and we remembered that just prior to the other car breaking down I had been saying how all the towns in Pennsylvania had stupid names, a valuable lesson was learned, and I will try and remember to never travel to Montana or Virginia. We called the number on the the toll card, I told the operator that we had just passed a rest stop that was trucks only, to which she said "So, you could be anywhere." A woman who worked for the highway stopped and told us where we were, a truck came and gave us gas, the truck escorted us to the gas station, we filled up, had some(more) of the worlds worst coffee, and we were back on our way.
We arrived in Chicago around 3 am. I dropped Laura off at Tim's house, up in who-knows-where, I think he might live in Wisconsin. I got to Julia's and managed to misplace her address, I tried calling her but I think she was asleep. eventually I found the address, found the keys, and made it inside.
Long version: We call Sean in the morning, he is waiting to hear back from the notary. I mentioned that I would be fine with just switching the plates off of the old car, but no, we have to do things legally. Blah, Blah, Blah, trial and error with the bank, borrow money, check out of hotel again, hide cat, wait around at the gas station for several hours, play cards. Eventually Sean picks us up, we check out the car, a 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity with 60,000 miles on it, the car runs considerably better than the 1990 Volvo 240 with 150,000 miles on it. We drive several counties over to the notary to get a temporary registration. Again we run into issues regarding what address to put on various legal documents. In the end we list the address on my drivers license and decide that if I am pulled over I will just tell the officer I was confused about how to get to Oregon.
Me And Laura move everything from the old car into the new one. During this, Sean is on eBay looking for more cars to buy. Up until today we have had mixed feelings about Sean, today however, another side came through... It was a snug fit but we got everything into the new car. Sean seems overly excited to crush the Volvo.
Finally, we start toward Chicago. It is raining out. A truck without mud flaps blinds us. The tape player doesn't work. The fuel gage also doesn't work. Despite these minor issues the new car runs and handles considerably better than the Volvo. We try and fill up the tank somewhere in Ohio or Indiana, the car only takes a few gallons and then automatically shuts off. We decide the car might be magical, but, we attempt to fill it at the next gas station anyway, it only takes 30 cents worth of gas. We run out of gas a half hour later on the Indiana turnpike. Just moments prior to running out of gas I had been saying to Laura how crappy a state Indiana was and we remembered that just prior to the other car breaking down I had been saying how all the towns in Pennsylvania had stupid names, a valuable lesson was learned, and I will try and remember to never travel to Montana or Virginia. We called the number on the the toll card, I told the operator that we had just passed a rest stop that was trucks only, to which she said "So, you could be anywhere." A woman who worked for the highway stopped and told us where we were, a truck came and gave us gas, the truck escorted us to the gas station, we filled up, had some(more) of the worlds worst coffee, and we were back on our way.
We arrived in Chicago around 3 am. I dropped Laura off at Tim's house, up in who-knows-where, I think he might live in Wisconsin. I got to Julia's and managed to misplace her address, I tried calling her but I think she was asleep. eventually I found the address, found the keys, and made it inside.
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