On The Road Again

Greetings from Toledo. I know this is late in the day, but I was having trouble finding a wireless connection. Well, to be honest, I found one fast, but I was too cheap to pay right away. I'm still getting the hang of typing on this notebook, so this is taking a little longer than usual. My big ham fists and sausage fingers cover the entire keyboard.

I drove here on the beautiful combination of the Indiana Toll Road and the Ohio Turnpike. I don't mind these toll roads. You get a ticket when you get on and you pay when you get off. The road that is. The Illinois Tollway has stops at what seems to be every mile. They have introduced the FastPass, which lets you zip right through. I get worried using this. As you know, I'm a fan of "24", so I know that somewhere in a dimly lit bunker the "man" is keeping tabs of my travel habits. Perhaps when I'm trying to covertly transport things, I'll have to stick to surface streets.

Can I go out on a limb and say I hate trucks? Well too bad, I just did. I don't get it. I'm in the left lane, doing my customary ten over the limit (try to catch me copper), when one of these CW McCall singin', monkey partnerin', meth freaks pulls his rig into the lane and slows down. He then proceeds to pull along side some other Smokey and the Bandit reject and sit there for about twelve miles. What the hell are they doing? Are they making that arm pulling motion we did when we were kids trying to get each other to honk their horns. Pick up the pace Claude Akins, there's a rest stop up ahead for you to pick up some "commercial beaver" or have some unholy rendesvous with your horn honkin' pal.

I feel better now. Well it's off to get ready for the show. Later...Brian