Saturday – Blinders On

It would happen every time my family went on vacation.  The minute my Dad steered the car onto hwy 52 (now I-395) or any route directly connected to the “Connecticut Turnpike”, we all knew we were headed home.  It didn’t matter if we were in Vermont, New Hampshire or Maine, once the car began the trip “back” he wouldn’t stop until the headlights reflected off the garage door.

It was 8:30 by the time I finished breakfast and completed the repacking procedure.  I said goodbye to many new friends and headed to I-70.  After topping off the tank at the station near the entrance ramp I took a few minutes to review the route.  The BMW GPS put me 1045 miles from home.  The chick on the little red scooter (the Garmin Nuvi) told me I had 1035 miles to go.  I had screwed up my “Bun Burner” documentation on the way out to Colorado, failing to collect the last receipt needed to verify 1500 miles in 36 hours or less.  It occured to me that this was a perfect opportunity to at least salvage a “Saddle Sore” award out of the trip, 1000 miles in 24 hours or less.

So, I pushed “Home” on both GPS units and started the ride, refuel, ride, refuel dance.  The music in my ears as the Droid streamed Pandora drowned out the road noise and at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning my headlight reflected off the garage door.