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Amarillo - Sing With Me If It's Just For Today...
If I should fall behind, Guyster, wait for me.
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Amarillo

I was quite alarmed when I was fifty miles deep into Arizona. The number of signs warning of elk stampedes made both Bob and I sit up straight. The diamond shaped, yellow signs featured an elk on its hind legs with his front paws in a limp-wristed stance and its antlers erect. The text warned of elk crossing and I imagined a herd likely to pounce at any moment. After a hundred miles of not seeing a single loping deer or elk, we breathed a little easier and took the numerous signs in stride.

I found the pose given to the elk a little disturbing though. It looked afraid and defensive. It certainly wasn’t a masculine posture and I wondered if the Elk Esteem Association knew how they were being portrayed. When I get to DC, I’ll have to contact their lobby.

Today was miles and miles of open desert, a little of which goes a long way. Long intervals separated gas stations or fast food stands and forced Bob and I to plan ahead. Every time I stopped and he hopped from his back seat perch, he would give me an annoyed look as if asking the age-old question of children; “Are we there yet?” His steroids, which are doing wonders for his hips, also make him pee a lot so there were many stops made for the singular purpose. One in particular was uncomfortable as he started to walk on gravel that had been heating in one hundred degree sun all day long. He was a Bob on a hot tin roof as he pranced his feet higher and higher. It was a joyless walk for him while the stickiest, most painful burs I had ever seen attacked me.

As we eased ourselves through New Mexico at a leisurely ninety-five miles per hour, the Stuckey’s billboards started to appear every fifty feet. They had a different tone than I remember. Now they simply state, “Stuckey’s: United We Stand,” with an American flag flying behind the bold statement of solidarity. Realizing there was no better way to show my patriotism, I stopped for a pecan log and ate the gooey treat, supporting our troops.

Bob and I are now in Amarillo, a place in which I slowed down to the speed limit and not an inch above it. The last time I was driving through, a Texas trooper who managed to pull up the arrest record from my 1980 pot bust stopped Billy and me. I know how resourceful they are and I took no chances, especially since I never paid the speeding ticket he handed me after glancing through our truck. Today we set the speed at seventy and crawled our way to the Red Roof Inn. Its bedspread is not as distressing as last night’s motel and Bob seems very pleased.

We’ve gotten into a routine, Bob and me. I think he believes his life is now spent in the back seat of the Explorer for hours on end until we land in some new, yet increasingly familiar, room. Because we’re on dial-up, and lucky to have it I believe at this point, I’m able to spend little time on the net because it takes about four minutes before I get bumped off. I forgot all about that particular indignity.

For now, we’re okay. I spoke with Dixie, Billy’s good sister today, and they have a lot of plans for my arrival. I can’t wait to see them, to be in their presence and feel like a Ledbetter. Hell it says it right on my back so I will feel at home, with family.

Current Music: In A Big Country - Big Country

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fabulist From: fabulist Date: August 20th, 2003 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wagons ho!
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: August 21st, 2003 08:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
My wagon pulls into your parts around Tuesday. How often do you get to DC? How far away is Laurel?
fabulist From: fabulist Date: August 22nd, 2003 04:42 am (UTC) (Link)
DC's about 20-30 mins from here depending on the route you take. Where are they putting you up?
explosivo From: explosivo Date: August 20th, 2003 10:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have to tell you... I was rolling... BECAUSE... there is one of those signs on the Cahuenga Pass, and every time I am alone in the car and pass it, I make my arms/hands recreate that pose. I just think it is so fucking funny... Of course if anyone were riding next to me, they might actually drive off the road seeing me do that manouever...
raptusanxieux From: raptusanxieux Date: August 21st, 2003 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Laughing my butt off about "When Elks Attack"! Maybe they do know how they are portrayed on the signs and are exacting their deadly elkie vengance.
I'm loving reading about you and Bob on the road.
ubermunkey From: ubermunkey Date: August 21st, 2003 07:02 am (UTC) (Link)
great entry. glad to hear Bob is rolling with it. glad to hear you'll be enjoying family along the way. Dixie sounds like a keeper from some of your other posts.

In all my traveling in this state during the past 5 years I have only once seen Elk, and dammitall if they weren't in that reared prancing pose. Strangest thing you ever want to see. almost like they were practicing martial arts, or tai chi? Arizona land of the bizarre!
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: August 21st, 2003 08:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Maybe that's how they really walk. Who knew?
From: danman869 Date: August 21st, 2003 08:27 am (UTC) (Link)

If you want to know all about elk and how they REALLY DO attack cars in Arizona, just check out the journal archives of invisiblebear. He's collided with elk on Arizona highways...twice, I believe? Maybe the elk finally got tired of how they were being portrayed in their roadside signage? His collision stories are weird-but-interesting, to be sure.
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guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: August 21st, 2003 07:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Did I have a choice? The troops, Vance, the troops!
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