I think I was in total 'depression watch' mode for a while there today. I'm not even kidding man. The first 300 miles were all driven in a steady rain with no sunshine in sight. It's getting out of hand. Then, somewhere in Alabama, the rain finally let up. The traffic along I-10 was every bit as light as one would expect on a holiday weekend so that wasn't an issue. I've just had enough of the dark skies and the rain.
I pulled into the T/A in Slidell to hang out for the night, leaving around seven hours and change from here to College Station where I'll be delivering on Monday. I guess I'll get through Houston tomorrow and then see if there's somewhere to park for the night on the other side of town. Pretty easy weekend for the most part.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
5/22/09
This rain situation isn't even funny anymore. From Clewiston to Riviera Beach and all the way over to Perry, nothing but rain. It did stop a little while ago so I guess we can hope for improving conditions moving forward.
My directions to this morning's consignee mentioned Gate A and Gate D. My paperwork mentioned Gate B. I had never seen Gate B before, but I was familiar with the other two. Gate D is where I typically pick up sugar so I decided to check with the guard at Gate A and see if I could get some further directions to my delivery point. She pointed me to a loading dock at the end of a skinny little road so I headed over and waited for someone to come outside. After a half hour or so, a guy came out and told me that I was supposed to go to Gate B. Yeah, no kidding, but where is Gate B? He showed me how to get there and then the security guard at that entrance had no idea where to send me. It got all worked out eventually and I was on my way to my next pickup.
I showed up a few hours early, expecting to be told that I would have to wait a while. Not at all. My trailer was loaded and ready when I got there. Beauty. Then it was back to the northwest again. I still refuse to pay cash tolls and I had no intention to go up I-95 (out of the way and slow). I'm not sure if my route was the best one or not, but I basically cut the most direct line that I could find through the middle of Florida. Whenever the traffic got heavy and slow, I adjusted my route and tried something different. What do you know? Every route was slow and tedious today. Damned rain.
I'm due at my consignee on Monday morning at 9am. The guy at the shipper this morning assured me that there would be people around when I show up. We'll see. Given my track record with holidays, I'm a little skeptical.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that I have a fast enough connection here in Perry to watch the hockey game tonight. I was unpleasantly surprised to see the screwjob that the Wings took on that perfectly clean and well-timed hit by Kronwall. It's probably time to do away with the sticks and skates when that gets you kicked out of a game. Just sit in a circle and discuss your feelings or something. I do have a hunch that the youngsters from Chicago have spent a good bit of their energy so far. 5-3 Wings should be about right, I think. (Yeah, I know that my predictions are always wrong, but at least after I jinx this game we can see them wrap it up at the Joe next week.)
My directions to this morning's consignee mentioned Gate A and Gate D. My paperwork mentioned Gate B. I had never seen Gate B before, but I was familiar with the other two. Gate D is where I typically pick up sugar so I decided to check with the guard at Gate A and see if I could get some further directions to my delivery point. She pointed me to a loading dock at the end of a skinny little road so I headed over and waited for someone to come outside. After a half hour or so, a guy came out and told me that I was supposed to go to Gate B. Yeah, no kidding, but where is Gate B? He showed me how to get there and then the security guard at that entrance had no idea where to send me. It got all worked out eventually and I was on my way to my next pickup.
I showed up a few hours early, expecting to be told that I would have to wait a while. Not at all. My trailer was loaded and ready when I got there. Beauty. Then it was back to the northwest again. I still refuse to pay cash tolls and I had no intention to go up I-95 (out of the way and slow). I'm not sure if my route was the best one or not, but I basically cut the most direct line that I could find through the middle of Florida. Whenever the traffic got heavy and slow, I adjusted my route and tried something different. What do you know? Every route was slow and tedious today. Damned rain.
I'm due at my consignee on Monday morning at 9am. The guy at the shipper this morning assured me that there would be people around when I show up. We'll see. Given my track record with holidays, I'm a little skeptical.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that I have a fast enough connection here in Perry to watch the hockey game tonight. I was unpleasantly surprised to see the screwjob that the Wings took on that perfectly clean and well-timed hit by Kronwall. It's probably time to do away with the sticks and skates when that gets you kicked out of a game. Just sit in a circle and discuss your feelings or something. I do have a hunch that the youngsters from Chicago have spent a good bit of their energy so far. 5-3 Wings should be about right, I think. (Yeah, I know that my predictions are always wrong, but at least after I jinx this game we can see them wrap it up at the Joe next week.)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
5/21/09
Uh oh. I think it's all downhill from here. I took a quick peek in the mirror this morning. Oh, the horror! Now, I know that you'll either notice the napkins over my right shoulder and laugh or you'll just think I'm awfully pretty, so I've gone ahead and highlighted the issue for you...
That, my friends, is a white whisker. My payback for making fun of the geriatrics down here in Florida has seemingly come to bear. My days are clearly numbered.
After the quick ten mile hop to this morning's consignee, during which I missed a turn and wound up three miles off course, I checked in and got the good news that I would have to hire another lumper. My interest-free float to my employer is now up to $232 for the week. Hopefully my reimbursements will get processed before the payroll cutoff. You know, bird in the hand and whatnot. I got the lumper receipt from the boss guy and he was super polite, even calling me "Sir." I guess he must have heard about my new status as a distinguished old guy.
Once I was empty I had to drive about four miles across town to my next shipper. Minimizing empty miles and maximizing shareholder return - awesome. Take that, Wall Street. I was loaded quickly and dispatched for Clewiston with 25,000 pounds of containers for the stinky old sugar factory. There was a time not so long ago when it seemed that the only freight out of Florida came from that sugar factory. Now I'm delivering to the same place. What a wacky world man. Wacky world.
Today's drive was essentially a matter of retracing yesterday's route and then retracing the route from the day before. East on I-10, south on I-75, east on FL-44, and south on US-27. I was careful to avoid the stretch of US-27 through and out of Ocala, as it tends to be a slow pain in the ass. Once you get to be old and wise like I am, you know this sort of stuff. The drive overall was pretty easy, although the storms were pretty intense during the last twenty miles or so. There's a shady little supermarket with a few truck parking spaces in the town right before Clewiston so I decided to grab a spot and call it a day. It's still raining.
That, my friends, is a white whisker. My payback for making fun of the geriatrics down here in Florida has seemingly come to bear. My days are clearly numbered.
After the quick ten mile hop to this morning's consignee, during which I missed a turn and wound up three miles off course, I checked in and got the good news that I would have to hire another lumper. My interest-free float to my employer is now up to $232 for the week. Hopefully my reimbursements will get processed before the payroll cutoff. You know, bird in the hand and whatnot. I got the lumper receipt from the boss guy and he was super polite, even calling me "Sir." I guess he must have heard about my new status as a distinguished old guy.
Once I was empty I had to drive about four miles across town to my next shipper. Minimizing empty miles and maximizing shareholder return - awesome. Take that, Wall Street. I was loaded quickly and dispatched for Clewiston with 25,000 pounds of containers for the stinky old sugar factory. There was a time not so long ago when it seemed that the only freight out of Florida came from that sugar factory. Now I'm delivering to the same place. What a wacky world man. Wacky world.
Today's drive was essentially a matter of retracing yesterday's route and then retracing the route from the day before. East on I-10, south on I-75, east on FL-44, and south on US-27. I was careful to avoid the stretch of US-27 through and out of Ocala, as it tends to be a slow pain in the ass. Once you get to be old and wise like I am, you know this sort of stuff. The drive overall was pretty easy, although the storms were pretty intense during the last twenty miles or so. There's a shady little supermarket with a few truck parking spaces in the town right before Clewiston so I decided to grab a spot and call it a day. It's still raining.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
5/20/09
If you live in Central Florida and have a hard time getting going in the morning, I think I have the solution for you. Stop by the Pilot in Wildwood and grab a quick shower. You'll be wide awake. I felt like Sylvester Stallone at the police station in First Blood.
My trip down to the shipper this morning was as quick and easy as expected. The sun was out for a bit too. I'll be damned. There was a camper flipped over right before my exit but I think it had just happened, since there wasn't a real long backup yet. The part of the wreck that stood out to me was that the ass end of the truck pulling the camper was about four feet off the ground, supported by a trailer hitch that never let go. That's pretty impressive. I would have thought that the hitch would have come disengaged by that point.
I got my 47,000 pounds of bottled water in Zephyrhills and then headed back northward. When I opened my side box to grab a strap to secure my load before leaving the shipper, a bunch of paper towels fell out. That was pretty funny. I'm not sure how I forgot about the paper towels, but I did. Once I got on the highway the rain came back, right on cue, but I-75's traffic held up much better than I-95's did under the same conditions. Then I caught I-10 westward and got to Midway before parking for the night. My delivery is set for 6:30am in Quincy so this is about as close as I could get. Ten miles or so in the morning won't be too bad and this Pilot is actually a pretty nice one. Plus I got my Italian BMT with double meat for dinner tonight. Beauty. Haven't had one of those in a few days.
Along the way I got green PrePass lights to bypass both Florida scales. I'm pretty sure that my axle weights are legal. I didn't feel like stopping at a CAT Scale today though, so I was rolling the dice. I usually get green lights in Florida and today was no exception. Beauty. And that wasn't the only good news.
I'm pretty sure that it's going to be hard to be in a bad mood as long as I have all of these napkins and paper towels in my truck. I have no idea why, but it makes me chuckle every time I look behind me. The planner dudes in Joplin did their part to help keep my spirits high as I was driving today though, just in case. Once I'm empty tomorrow, I'll be picking up a load in Quincy and running it down to Clewiston for a Friday morning delivery. And yet it gets better. It turns out that my dinner sandwich wasn't the only double stack today. I have another assignment tacked on after the Clewiston delivery. I'll be picking up in Riviera Beach and heading for Texas. I don't recall all of the mileages off hand but I know that my week will get up somewhere around 2,300 miles once all is said and done. That's probably about as good as I could have done if I had kept the Illinois run so I guess all is forgiven once again. To the unknown powers that be who made this possible - good lookin' out, my brothers/sisters/whatever.
For no obvious reason I'm going to toss in this link tonight just because I think it's freaking awesome. 2,000 movies on one DVD... sweet. Five years ain't that long, is it?
Oh, and it's about to start raining again.
My trip down to the shipper this morning was as quick and easy as expected. The sun was out for a bit too. I'll be damned. There was a camper flipped over right before my exit but I think it had just happened, since there wasn't a real long backup yet. The part of the wreck that stood out to me was that the ass end of the truck pulling the camper was about four feet off the ground, supported by a trailer hitch that never let go. That's pretty impressive. I would have thought that the hitch would have come disengaged by that point.
I got my 47,000 pounds of bottled water in Zephyrhills and then headed back northward. When I opened my side box to grab a strap to secure my load before leaving the shipper, a bunch of paper towels fell out. That was pretty funny. I'm not sure how I forgot about the paper towels, but I did. Once I got on the highway the rain came back, right on cue, but I-75's traffic held up much better than I-95's did under the same conditions. Then I caught I-10 westward and got to Midway before parking for the night. My delivery is set for 6:30am in Quincy so this is about as close as I could get. Ten miles or so in the morning won't be too bad and this Pilot is actually a pretty nice one. Plus I got my Italian BMT with double meat for dinner tonight. Beauty. Haven't had one of those in a few days.
Along the way I got green PrePass lights to bypass both Florida scales. I'm pretty sure that my axle weights are legal. I didn't feel like stopping at a CAT Scale today though, so I was rolling the dice. I usually get green lights in Florida and today was no exception. Beauty. And that wasn't the only good news.
I'm pretty sure that it's going to be hard to be in a bad mood as long as I have all of these napkins and paper towels in my truck. I have no idea why, but it makes me chuckle every time I look behind me. The planner dudes in Joplin did their part to help keep my spirits high as I was driving today though, just in case. Once I'm empty tomorrow, I'll be picking up a load in Quincy and running it down to Clewiston for a Friday morning delivery. And yet it gets better. It turns out that my dinner sandwich wasn't the only double stack today. I have another assignment tacked on after the Clewiston delivery. I'll be picking up in Riviera Beach and heading for Texas. I don't recall all of the mileages off hand but I know that my week will get up somewhere around 2,300 miles once all is said and done. That's probably about as good as I could have done if I had kept the Illinois run so I guess all is forgiven once again. To the unknown powers that be who made this possible - good lookin' out, my brothers/sisters/whatever.
For no obvious reason I'm going to toss in this link tonight just because I think it's freaking awesome. 2,000 movies on one DVD... sweet. Five years ain't that long, is it?
Oh, and it's about to start raining again.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
5/19/09
That stretch from Palm Beach to Miami definitely puts the "blue hair" in the good old Blue Hair Expressway. Mix in some rain and you've got yourself a good old-fashioned (pardon the pun) mess on your hands. How you can lose control of a car when you're going 30mph on the freeway is beyond me to comprehend. While we're on the topic, I think I have another of those laws that should be implemented but never will; If trucks are banned from the left lane, octogenarians should likewise be banned from the center lane. I ain't sayin', I'm just sayin'...
I got a pre-planned load to pick up in Miami after today's delivery, taking one bit of uncertainty out of the equation for me. It turned out that I could have parked on the street near the consignee but you never really know in that town. I was glad to see that I would have somewhere to go and not have to worry about parking. The trip down I-95, as the first paragraph may have suggested, was slow and tedious. I got checked in a couple of hours early though and then had to wait for my door assignment. Theextortionists lumpers got a healthy $140 fee for the unloading and I once again concluded that I'm in the wrong business.
Once I was empty, I wasn't really empty. Here we go again... It turns out that the trailer that I picked up in Pennsylvania had some sort of imperfection in the floor. I couldn't see any light coming through but there must have been a crack or a hole or something. It had allowed water to get in under some of the boxes that were stacked inside as I drove through the monsoons on the way down. Long story short - two cases of napkins and four cases of paper towels were rejected. I checked on the products inside the boxes and they were fine. The simple fact that the boxes were wet made them unacceptable. Super. My call to the cargo claims guy in Joplin was surprisingly quick and painless this time around though.
I managed to unload one case of paper towels on a guy who was working on his truck outside the customer's lot. Five cases left to go and nobody else around. What to do, what to do? I sure as hell wasn't going to throw them all away. I would be lying if I said that I've ever paid attention to the cost of paper towels and napkins, but I'm sure they cost something. I decided that I would load the rest into my truck and give them to Mom or whoever else wants them when I get home. What a ridiculous decision that turned out to be. Both of my side boxes are full. All of the little storage areas in my sleeper are full. The floor in the sleeper is piled up to the height of my bed. There are a few rolls of paper towels on the floor by my passenger's seat, under my weight bench. And there are still a few packs of napkins piled on the bed. Completely ridiculous. I'm sticking to my guns though. If I took the time to load them in here, these damned disposable linens are going back to Michigan with me.
With all that resolved, it was time to send in my empty call and receive my next assignment. What followed could politely be described as 'the grabbing of the ankles.' My 1,400 mile run to Illinois somehow turned into a 273 mile run to be relayed to a team in Wildwood, Florida. I had more than enough hours to deliver it in Illinois by Thursday afternoon so I wasn't sure exactly what was the story there. I sent a message explaining that I could make the delivery on time and then headed over to the next shipper. The guy had me loaded within a few minutes, I closed up the trailer, and I was promptly dispatched to Wildwood. An hour later I got a reply to my message. They were kind enough to inform me that the outbound driver would be waiting in Wildwood when I got there. Yeah, thanks for nothing, peckerheads.
There were a few options concerning routing; Go up I-95 and cut over, go up the turnpike, or take US-27 through the middle of the state. I headed straight up US-27 out of Miami, since I-95 sucks balls and I'm still on strike against paying cash tolls. I probably should find more meaningful goals in life. Right now I'm stuck with two - never paying cash tolls and transporting a bunch of paper towels for a couple more weeks. Goals are goals though. So far I'm batting 1.000 on these two. The ride was probably a lot better than I-95 would have been and not a whole lot slower than the turnpike, as nearly as I can tell.
I was lucky enough to find a parking space at the Pilot in Wildwood when I got here. Then I got the distinct pleasure of walking around in the rain to find my outbound relay partner. I found him, we made the swap, and I may have gained some insight into why I lost the rest of my run. I had assumed that the planners simply panicked when I was at the previous consignee for a few hours. They had assigned me to a 1pm pickup when I had a 3pm delivery appointment in the first place. I tried to mitigate things somewhat by arriving early to the consignee but they didn't unload me until 3pm. Maybe all that waiting had convinced someone that I wouldn't be able to make the rest of the schedule on time. I asked the outbound driver if he was trying to get home or something (another plausible explanation). He said no, he had just left home. He lives in Florida and this is his first run since leaving the house. Remember though, this guy was part of the team to which I was passing the loaded trailer. At this point I'm thinking that they wanted to get the team back into the flow of freight and my nice long run was the best way to make that happen. This is all conjecture though, so whatever. I have no way of knowing and the people working at night usually know less than I do.
I was prepared to be optimistic and think that maybe I could get 1,100 miles over the next couple of days and things would work out roughly the same for me. My next assignment put an end to that thinking in a hurry. I'll be picking up 55 miles from here tomorrow afternoon and delivering 273 miles from there on Thursday morning. Unless I somehow knock out another 700+ miles before 2pm Thursday (impossible, obviously), I got hosed.
Well, that's enough whining for today. Now I need to figure out how to get a book out of my cubby hole and how to get the napkins from my bed to my front seat without being able to stand on the floor in the sleeper. This should be pretty fun. Oh... yeah, it's still raining.
I got a pre-planned load to pick up in Miami after today's delivery, taking one bit of uncertainty out of the equation for me. It turned out that I could have parked on the street near the consignee but you never really know in that town. I was glad to see that I would have somewhere to go and not have to worry about parking. The trip down I-95, as the first paragraph may have suggested, was slow and tedious. I got checked in a couple of hours early though and then had to wait for my door assignment. The
Once I was empty, I wasn't really empty. Here we go again... It turns out that the trailer that I picked up in Pennsylvania had some sort of imperfection in the floor. I couldn't see any light coming through but there must have been a crack or a hole or something. It had allowed water to get in under some of the boxes that were stacked inside as I drove through the monsoons on the way down. Long story short - two cases of napkins and four cases of paper towels were rejected. I checked on the products inside the boxes and they were fine. The simple fact that the boxes were wet made them unacceptable. Super. My call to the cargo claims guy in Joplin was surprisingly quick and painless this time around though.
I managed to unload one case of paper towels on a guy who was working on his truck outside the customer's lot. Five cases left to go and nobody else around. What to do, what to do? I sure as hell wasn't going to throw them all away. I would be lying if I said that I've ever paid attention to the cost of paper towels and napkins, but I'm sure they cost something. I decided that I would load the rest into my truck and give them to Mom or whoever else wants them when I get home. What a ridiculous decision that turned out to be. Both of my side boxes are full. All of the little storage areas in my sleeper are full. The floor in the sleeper is piled up to the height of my bed. There are a few rolls of paper towels on the floor by my passenger's seat, under my weight bench. And there are still a few packs of napkins piled on the bed. Completely ridiculous. I'm sticking to my guns though. If I took the time to load them in here, these damned disposable linens are going back to Michigan with me.
With all that resolved, it was time to send in my empty call and receive my next assignment. What followed could politely be described as 'the grabbing of the ankles.' My 1,400 mile run to Illinois somehow turned into a 273 mile run to be relayed to a team in Wildwood, Florida. I had more than enough hours to deliver it in Illinois by Thursday afternoon so I wasn't sure exactly what was the story there. I sent a message explaining that I could make the delivery on time and then headed over to the next shipper. The guy had me loaded within a few minutes, I closed up the trailer, and I was promptly dispatched to Wildwood. An hour later I got a reply to my message. They were kind enough to inform me that the outbound driver would be waiting in Wildwood when I got there. Yeah, thanks for nothing, peckerheads.
There were a few options concerning routing; Go up I-95 and cut over, go up the turnpike, or take US-27 through the middle of the state. I headed straight up US-27 out of Miami, since I-95 sucks balls and I'm still on strike against paying cash tolls. I probably should find more meaningful goals in life. Right now I'm stuck with two - never paying cash tolls and transporting a bunch of paper towels for a couple more weeks. Goals are goals though. So far I'm batting 1.000 on these two. The ride was probably a lot better than I-95 would have been and not a whole lot slower than the turnpike, as nearly as I can tell.
I was lucky enough to find a parking space at the Pilot in Wildwood when I got here. Then I got the distinct pleasure of walking around in the rain to find my outbound relay partner. I found him, we made the swap, and I may have gained some insight into why I lost the rest of my run. I had assumed that the planners simply panicked when I was at the previous consignee for a few hours. They had assigned me to a 1pm pickup when I had a 3pm delivery appointment in the first place. I tried to mitigate things somewhat by arriving early to the consignee but they didn't unload me until 3pm. Maybe all that waiting had convinced someone that I wouldn't be able to make the rest of the schedule on time. I asked the outbound driver if he was trying to get home or something (another plausible explanation). He said no, he had just left home. He lives in Florida and this is his first run since leaving the house. Remember though, this guy was part of the team to which I was passing the loaded trailer. At this point I'm thinking that they wanted to get the team back into the flow of freight and my nice long run was the best way to make that happen. This is all conjecture though, so whatever. I have no way of knowing and the people working at night usually know less than I do.
I was prepared to be optimistic and think that maybe I could get 1,100 miles over the next couple of days and things would work out roughly the same for me. My next assignment put an end to that thinking in a hurry. I'll be picking up 55 miles from here tomorrow afternoon and delivering 273 miles from there on Thursday morning. Unless I somehow knock out another 700+ miles before 2pm Thursday (impossible, obviously), I got hosed.
Well, that's enough whining for today. Now I need to figure out how to get a book out of my cubby hole and how to get the napkins from my bed to my front seat without being able to stand on the floor in the sleeper. This should be pretty fun. Oh... yeah, it's still raining.
Monday, May 18, 2009
5/18/09
Yeah, it's still raining. Yeah, I drove in the rain for a while. Yeah, people were driving pretty slowly. Yeah, there were a bunch of accidents. Yeah, I stopped at a rest area and my internet connection sucks. Yeah, I have about a hundred miles to cover before 3pm tomorrow. Time to do some reading, I suppose. That about covers it.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
5/17/09
Man, I think I've been transported to the Serengeti during rainy season or something. What has it been now? Two weeks? It has to stop raining at some point... maybe.
I woke to my lovely alarm clock this morning and took a look outside, then promptly went back to bed. My hope was that the rain would move through and leave me alone while I slept. It was still raining when I got rolling a couple of hours later and it's still raining now. Aside from my having to dodge the slower cars in the heavy downpours, the drive was rather uneventful. I had my fill of the day's news on the radio after about five minutes, so I was definitely looking forward to this afternoon's ballgame. I hold Notre Dame near and dear to my heart and my opinion on the topic is exactly what you probably expect it to be, so we'll just leave it at that.
Once the Tigers got going, they decided to pull a stunt more appropriate for Bingo Long and spotted their opponents a six run lead. Fortunately they kept all the players in the outfield and managed to make a pretty impressive comeback for the victory. My boys may be the worst division leaders in baseball right now but they're still leading the division, by golly. I never really got to a spot where I thought my internet connection would support streaming video, so I went ahead and kept driving through the hockey game. The XM Radio broadcast gives me the home team call. I have always had a fondness for Harry Neal's television play-by-play on CBC, but Ken Kal and Paul Woods are like a little slice of home on the radio.
I've stopped in Midway, Georgia for the night after covering around 530 miles today. The rest of the trip should shape up pretty well from here. I don't guess there's any reason to get up early tomorrow morning. I'll try to get through Jacksonville after the morning rush has died down and then set up shop somewhere on I-95 in the evening. My delivery is set for Tuesday afternoon, meaning that I don't necessarily have to get too close to Miami tomorrow. I imagine I'll shoot for somewhere around Fort Pierce and take it from there.
I woke to my lovely alarm clock this morning and took a look outside, then promptly went back to bed. My hope was that the rain would move through and leave me alone while I slept. It was still raining when I got rolling a couple of hours later and it's still raining now. Aside from my having to dodge the slower cars in the heavy downpours, the drive was rather uneventful. I had my fill of the day's news on the radio after about five minutes, so I was definitely looking forward to this afternoon's ballgame. I hold Notre Dame near and dear to my heart and my opinion on the topic is exactly what you probably expect it to be, so we'll just leave it at that.
Once the Tigers got going, they decided to pull a stunt more appropriate for Bingo Long and spotted their opponents a six run lead. Fortunately they kept all the players in the outfield and managed to make a pretty impressive comeback for the victory. My boys may be the worst division leaders in baseball right now but they're still leading the division, by golly. I never really got to a spot where I thought my internet connection would support streaming video, so I went ahead and kept driving through the hockey game. The XM Radio broadcast gives me the home team call. I have always had a fondness for Harry Neal's television play-by-play on CBC, but Ken Kal and Paul Woods are like a little slice of home on the radio.
I've stopped in Midway, Georgia for the night after covering around 530 miles today. The rest of the trip should shape up pretty well from here. I don't guess there's any reason to get up early tomorrow morning. I'll try to get through Jacksonville after the morning rush has died down and then set up shop somewhere on I-95 in the evening. My delivery is set for Tuesday afternoon, meaning that I don't necessarily have to get too close to Miami tomorrow. I imagine I'll shoot for somewhere around Fort Pierce and take it from there.
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