When the collected road trippers asked The Ocho what her favorite part of the day was today, she had two answers: one, watching LT2 saber open a bottle of champagne at her house to start the road trip; and two, when all of our bags of stuff magically fit inside the trunk of the as-yet-unnamed Swedish Tank.
But what The Ocho didn't say was that she single-handedly worked that road trip miracle. While the rest of us stood idly by, The Ocho unleashed her trans-continent-traveling fury on that trunk and whipped it into shape. Sure, we can't really see out the back window, but we don't like to dwell on the past. And if that wasn't impressive enough, The Ocho was managed to avoid packing our bags in front of the driver's windshield, which means that we'll be looking to the future throughout this trip, in accordance with many state and federal laws.
The Magic of the Ocho has left us sitting pretty heavy in the rear, though, if you know what I mean. Curbs seem to stand a little higher than they used to, and getting the Swedish Tank to or from a stand-still takes some serious effort. But we're telling ourselves that we'll be fine once we get through the bags of food. After we eat all the food, LT2 says, we'll weigh a lot less. Because that, clearly, is how weight loss works.
But the upside of being so enormously well-packed is that today, when a sudden rain storm dropped on us, we just plowed on through like it wasn't no big thing. And even though the radio warned us about flash floods, we made like a honey badger and didn't give a shit. Even though we sometimes couldn't see more than a hundred feet in front of us, The Ocho drove for three hours through that shizz, without a break, and despite the foot-deep puddles, we didn't submarine once. Incredible.
In consideration of her five hours of driving time today and her masterful packing display, today was surely The Day of the Ocho. But tomorrow is a brand new day, and who knows whose day it will be then. Will LT2 finally grow a pair and drive a little? Will Neil survive the apparent sickness that threatens to overcome him, or will the expert consultation of LT2's sister save the day? Will The Ocho be able to repeat her packing miracle?
For the night, we'll sleep in cozy Luray, VA. We found a Best Western staffed by a wonderful lady named Carly, and she said we took the last room, but judging by the empty parking lot, we're unconvinced of that. Tomorrow, we're driving to Chattanooga via the Blue Ridge Highway, which will take us another 500 miles from sunny Bennington, VT, and the supreme civilization of the New Hampshire-Vermont Confederacy. We might yet have need for LT2's sabering skills.
Peace.
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