Gould Glogger hits the road!
OVERHEARD AT THANKSGIVING DINNER: “Tante Maria, are you married yet? Why don’t you just marry one of your friends?”
We are out of school this week, and we thought it might be fun to spend a day in the car. So we packed up some clothes, grabbed the iPods, made some snacks, and spent the Monday after Thanksgiving in the driveway.
No, really, what we did was leave New Haven, Connecticut (the perpetual runner-up in the “Most Commonly misspelled state award”, right after Massacheu….Masechusse…..Mass.) and headed south, through six states, down to Williamsburg, Virginia. For those of you who have not driven down the eastern corridor of the United States, I highly recommend it. A little known fact is that Road Rage was actually invented on the New Jersey Turnpike. Come see for yourself why!
Anyways, for those who haven’t done this drive, there are a few things you should know:
- There is traffic. Everywhere. All the time. All day I kept hearing the kid from “The Sixth Sense” in my head: “I see lousy drivers…they’re everywhere…they don’t even KNOW they’re bad drivers….”
- I love diners. We couldn’t find one anywhere. Pizza places, on the other hand, are more common than McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, and Chick-Fil-A all put together. We ate in Wilmington, Delaware if you’re interested.
- There are bridges. Big ones. Over ginormous rivers. Who knew? The Annapolis Bay Bridge actually has it’s own time zone. People with fear of heights should probably take the detour through Ohio.
- Gasoline gets less expensive the farther you get from Bethel, Maine. Seriously, gas in Virginia is about 70 cents per gallon cheaper than in our little town. I’m pretty sure that by the time you get to Alabama, they are paying you to fill up.
- After 8 hours in a car even the best-behaved kids are ready to eat their own arms. We just kept giving them sugar and “Planet Earth” videos.
So we made it to Williamsburg, and I’m exhausted. Tomorrow I’m going for a bike ride, then resting up for our return trip. That is, after I do some exhaustive research (google maps) on where to find a diner between here and the New Jersey Turnpike. Enjoy the week!
I’ll enjoy I-95. Or not.