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So. Life in reverse. August of last year i drove from NY to LA and started a life. Made friends, made relationships, smiled, laughed, cried, learned and lost.
I made a hard decision to move back to the east coast. I left a few things behind that i wish i hadn't. Hopefully one day i can go back and get them. One thing in particular.
Anyway. I drove alone. From Hollywood at 7:30pm on June 12th 2008. I Drove the Interstate 10 East to Houston. I met up with my friends in Soul Control there to hang, see a show and just break up the drive a little. Then i headed north east finally getting back to my mothers house in long island NY at 3:36am on June 17th 2008.
The following is a collection of thoughts and pictures from being alone in a car for 3 days with a very limited music selection on a 20gb ipod.
Some Totals:
Miles: 3156
Gas $ spent: $527
days driving: 4
Motel $ spent ( 4 motels): $244
gallons of water drank: 8
number of car repairs: 1 (fixed a tire before it blew out on me, whew.)
Number of hatebreed songs listened to: 63
number of speeding tickets: 1
number of starbucks stopped at: 4
number of "Coexist" bumperstickers spotted: 5
times considering picking up sketchy hippie hitchhikers: 2
Music that kept me going:
ADRIFT
BLACK MOUNTAIN
BLACK SABBATH
BLACKLISTED
BLOWBACK
COLOUR HAZE
CROWBAR
CULT OF LUNA
DEAD MEADOW
DOWN
EYEHATEGOD
FLOOR
THE GET UP KIDS
HATEBREED
HUM
I BEAT A CHEETAH IN A RACE
INTEGRITY
IRON MONKEY
KYUSS
LOW DIVIDE
MACHINE HEAD
THE MARS VOLTA
MUSE
PANTERA
REBREATHER
REGGIE & THE FULL EFFECT
RISE AND FALL
ROKY ERICKSON
SLAYER
THIS IS HELL
THOU
TORCHE
VERSE
YEAR OF NO LIGHT
There were a couple points where I just listened to the local radio stations and some weird religious talk radio while coming up through the south, into Tennessee and Virginia.
I need a bigger ipod.
I had to spend 3.5 hours in a Wal Mart to get my car fixed in the middle of western Virginia. I saw the most awful collection of human beings in this Wal Mart. Apparently NASCAR shirts and a minimum of 3 crying children are mandatory if you live in this area.
Starbucks is the best place to stop. Clean, lockable one person bathrooms. Coffee. Snacks, juice and water. Also a comfortable place to just sit and relax for a few.
Be aware at what Motel 6 you stay at. Some can be really nice and clean and comfortable. Some can have one towel, flies and a bed that vibrates in the morning to wake you up...but it wasnt an actual vibrating bed. I have no idea what went on there.
I really wish i could have had one dinner at Denny's along the way. All i wanted was a boca burger and seasoned fries. Alas, i didnt get it. See picture below of the sign on the door at Denny's that i got to when i finally found a Denny's. BOO.
I embraced the feeling of not wearing underwear this drive and i think i have discovered a new way to live my day to day life. "Commando"
I documented the entire drive via my blackberry and the world wide superhighway.
The following are a collection of random thoughts that i had and kept track of on my notepad on my phone, throughout the the trip:
Being behind cattle trucks bums me out in a few ways. Smell and the thought of all those animals dying.
Black sabbath wrote the best songs ever.
The desert is hot even in the middle of the night.
How does an 80 year old lady end up working the overnight shift at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere arizona.
Why cant i ever accept that if something turns out bad, im not always 100 percent responsible. Especially when one or more other people are involved.
Driving over 100 miles and not hitting a starbucks is a weird feeling.
Sometimes i run out of things to think about.
Slayers reign in blood, seasons in the abyss, south of heaven trifecta MIGHT beat sabbaths self titled, master of reality, paranoid trio. Might.
I love the vibe of filling up at a gas station in the middle of the desert with mountains surrounding you, and the sound of country music coming through those tiny speakers at the gas pump.
Gas 50 75 36 50 50 60 50 65 46 45
I have way more grey/white nose hairs than im comfortable with.
There is a distinct smell to the south. Its either the dirt or the grass or the trees, whatever it is, it instantly reminds me of being little and visiting my grandparents at their house in florida.
There were 2 ways i was treated in texas. One was very nice and friendly, inquisitive about my tattoos and if "im in a band or somethin?"
The second was complete disgust and horror to the extent of going out of their way to not walk past me in the store.
No middle ground.
If i didnt have a cigarette lighter in this car, my trip would be 1000000 times more boring. Viva car chargers.
"Love scenes" in movies make me extremely uncomfortable.
I still stand by my theory of " fuck waffle house". Just seeing their sign makes me want to puke.
I love the feeling of putting your arm out the window while driving and kinda pretending your arm is a wing and seeing how long you can make it hover alongside you.
This new mars volta cd just sounds like a mean old wizard troll trying to put a spell on me with spooky noises in the background. Not really feelin it. Too weird.
Listening to Blacklisted. One of the lines in "wish" he says " ...wish i wasnt an emotional wreck". That sums it up. I wish i wasnt. But i am.
Seriously. Frontage road. There is one everywhere. Is it a magical road that you can take from one frontage road, say in like, texas, and it will take you to the closest frontage road near your final destination? Next road trip, youll see. Frontage road.
Why does housekeeping staff at motel/hotels feel the need to bang on your door at 8am when checkout is at noon? Isnt there a simple way to check what rooms have been checked out of before they start randomly waking me up?!
Shit.
I dont get how a road can be 2 roads in one. Like im on a road that is I-77 south and also I-81 north. What?
Why are you in the passing lane if you are just gonna drive the SAME SPEED as the person in the travel lane and have both lanes of traffic trying to pass you?
The chik-fil-a billboards are absolutely brilliant.
I thoroughly enjoy the relationship between cars and tractor trailers while night driving. Helping out with a friendly flash of the lights when its clear for the truck to change lanes and the friendly * blink blink* back at you. That little exchange is nice.
Listening to the radio reminds m of why i dont listen to the radio.
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