Albuquerque and beyond
What
is it with those hot air hand dryers? Is it just me, or do those things
suck (or in this case blow)? I always have to wipe my hands and face on
my shirt because they never work. Damn them. When you're on the road, the
little things become important.
We made very little progress in the beginning of the day. After covering only 50 miles, we happened upon an Internet Cafe in Amarillo (home of the Big Texan). Actually a woman at the Amarillo Welcome Center told us about it. She said it had been open "a couple three months". Now what does "A couple three months" mean? Is it just a figure of speech, or does it mean six months? Well you can tell me when I arrive in L.A. in a couple of three days.
I mentioned the Inter@ctive
Caffe on yesterday's page. That's where I uploaded the page from. Well I
got to checking e-mail and drinking mocha cappuccinos and, next thing you
know, it's 3:30 in the afternoon. Any of you who I replied to can blame
yourselves for my poor performance today. But, by all means, keep writing.
It gets awfully lonely out here in Texas and New Mexico. If it weren't for
Internet Cafes across this great land, I'd be out of touch with the world.
Internet Cafes are the HoJos of the information superhighway.
After the Internet
cafe, we went and checked out the Cadillac Ranch. A bunch of Cadillacs buried
half way in the ground. Now the dude who did this is cool. I'm planning
the Hyundai Ranch. I'm gonna bury six Hyundais face down on a ranch in Barstow.
Maybe people will come from all over to see it.
By this time yesterday, I was seeing a movie and had already taken a picture of a dead Armadillo and eaten BBQ. Not to mention covering over 250 miles.
I made up for it,
though. I hauled ass to Tucumcari and had a Dairy Queen Sunday. Actually,
I had it just outside of Tucumcari. I couldn't find the much advertised
Dairy Queen in Tucumcari. Tucumcari is a rather strange place. But it is
no stranger to me. If you read my past newsletters, you will remember I
stayed in an American owned hotel in Tucumcari. I wonder if King Tutenkahmen
ever stayed in Tucumcari? I guess I'll never know.
This particular Dairy Queen also sold curios (little bits of interesting stuff). These curios in question were such items as a whiskey bottle attached to a horses hoof, a chair made out of large bull horns and Billy Joel tapes.
There are a lot
of motels on the road. I don't know how I ended up in a Motel 6 in Grants,
New Mexico. It is somewhere east of Gallup.
We met a friend of Christy's for dinner in Albuquerque - A bustling metropolis if I do say so. And I do. The average age here is 29. So I fit in just fine. As a matter-of-fact, no one even noticed me. When that rollerblading Russian comes skating through town, he'll stick out like a sore thumb. I bet he's at least 32.
We had pizza for dinner and then pushed through to make up for those mochas we had earlier. I drove until I was delirious and then drove a little more. We drove past an Indian Casino. I tell you, those Indians get everything: tax free cigarettes, casinos, Reservations. I don't see how they can complain. If we hadn't taken all their land, they might still be hunting for food and living off the land, and some other group would be running casinos and selling tax free cigs. I think they owe us a big thanks. I wonder if the Aboriginal people of Australia sell cigarettes and run casinos? It might be something for them to look into.
Well, dear reader, as I mentioned, I drove until I was delirious and then some. Now I'm super delirious. Super-duper delirious. Super-duper-coo-coo delirious. Oy, I gotta go to sleep.
Good Night.
Write me on this lonely road.