French Corner
I'm writing this from a French cafe in New Orleans in the French Corner while eating a French donut with an iced coffee. I'm only passing through though and I should be on my way as soon as Im done. The scene is rather hectic here, lots of tourists. It's basically like the village in NYC on crack, with a ton more tourists. You can spot the real New Orlean-ians from the tourists rather quickly and I'm sure I'm one of the tourist bunch that sticks out like a sore thumb.
After this I'm heading off to Albuquerque, NM although it will take me at least two days to get there. I finished up the Rally school without getting the car rolled or on top of anymore hills. Although I did lose control of the car in the same turn that I got it up on the hill, but I guess the Rallying paid off because I was able to control the skid through the two turns and get it through without incident, although I fumbled on the pedals and couldnt get it straight so I did end up spinning near the end. But throughout the incident at least I did accomplish what I intended the first time, even if I wasn't really looking to do it. But thats Rally, half the time what you intention doesnt happen and you go with what you have, or something else happens and you just have to make due.
I'm starting to think that this road trip alone isn't the best idea. I don't really mind the time alone in the car, much like my dad, that part is pretty decent. What I do mind is getting to all of these cities with no one to share the experience with and being a fish out of water. It all just seems rather pointless.
But that's not entirely a bad thing because I realize this now, so its changing my perspective on a few things.
Honestly though I'm pretty tired of writing and thinking and especially talking. Unfortunately I have a ways to go till I get to those points where I can just take things in and let them be. By a ways to go I mean heading out to Nevada which is still around 1800-2000 miles away.
I think I may have seen a dead bear on the road. A little cub, as I was passing through Alabama. The entire trip so far has been filled with all kinds of wildlife. I've seen what I think was a bear, either a coyote or a fox that was on the rally track, a rabbit at the bed and breakfast as I was leaving, lots and lots of crows that apparently love to make a racket when it rains, some weird ass insects, some steriod popping ants, and something that looks like a twig or that it belongs in the ocean. Oh, and also a huge spider and scorpion that one of the guys that was staying at the bed and breakfast captured in his room and showed everyone during breakfast.
The scorpion played possum while he was in the glass cup and wouldnt move. But as soon as he was put down on the counter he scurried off. Paula, who is in charge of the bed and breakfast and a very nice elderly lady in her 50s or 60s quickly grabbed the cup and bashed him twice, getting him on the first whack and there by ending his attempted escape.
Other interesting tidbits is that Paul Newman attended the same Rally school that I did.
I think that's it for now, this is a pretty crappy entry considering everything so maybe I'll add something else in a minute. No reason to just delete it though.
Indecision is as much decision as decision is decision.