Well, allow me to go back and belatedly fill in the rest of my story...
Saturday, April 29, 2006:
My travel companions included my wife and friend Jim (lurking here as Sugahloaf) via cell phone
, along with Lou Reed, Miles Davis, Band of Gypsies, and Victor Wooten via my tinny speakers
. As a bassist, I made a valiant effort to fight back by singing basslines as required to compensate
, or just listened to the engine or wind gusting through my so-called seals.
After the pit stop with Bill (wbergtho) as pit crew chief, I had a full tank of gas, some SeaFoam fuel treatment/injector cleaner, and thoroughly soaked shoes, socks, and pants. The moisture I brought with me into the "cockpit" wasted no time in fogging up the windshield. After fiddling with the defrost controls, I found that only the passenger side defrost was really working. So I periodically wiped it down with a spare T-shirt.
As the drive continued, I got colder and colder thanks to some combination of my drenched clothing, poorly functioning heat, and/or operator error. About 3 hours later, daylight faded. The rain, steam, and cold did not.
I kept hearing voices. These strange voices in my head, virtually all with a Minnesotan accent, kept saying things like "Watch out for deer!" or "Take it easy on those tires!". Images of my wife's beautifully bulging belly kept flashing through my mind's eye. So, although I'd intended to drive straight home from the Lotus-free Lotus garage, and while it seemed too early to throw in the proverbial towel (which was soaked with condensation wiped from my windshield), I pulled off I-94 and into the Comfort Inn
in Tomah, Wisconsin, a mere 175 miles from my point of departure.
I quickly settled into my room after grabbing some Taco Bell
and some Heineken
. Stripping my clothes with more haste than that of my wife during the 2005 World Series (Go White Sox!), I cranked up the room's heater and placed my clothes upon it to dry. I consumed my supplies
, set the alarm, and went to sleep
.
To be continued...