Other than traveling through time and space, I also took a road trip to South Carolina. Last week, I attended a wedding and was unable to do the recaps. I want to thank Syk for taking care of business in my absence.
The drive up to Charleston took roughly eight hours, which was a relief for me since the drive to Clemson where I attended college was three hours longer. Every time I make one of these long-ass trips, I always convince myself that it's going to be a wonderful experience. Every time about five or six hours in, I ask myself what the hell was I thinking. On the drive up, that moment came as I entered Georgia and a solid sheet of water came crashing down. The rain was so thick that you literally could not see the vehicle fifteen feet in front of you. Emergency blinkers were flashing like lighthouse beacons in a thick mist. On the drive down, that moment came as I crossed into Florida and realized that my AC was starting to struggle and it was 95 degrees out and I still had four hours to go.
Another thing about those long drives, especially along a single stretch of interstate for several hundred miles, is that you are no longer aware that you are driving a death trap at 80 miles an hour. You are floating by formless blobs of color and the road is a track that your vehicle follows almost as if it were that goofy slot car track at Magic Kingdom. It's the oddest sensation.
But enough of that. You didn't come to hear me drone on and on. No, you came to listen to Jackie Chan singing on the Mulan soundtrack!