Well I started back towards Texas from Florida yesterday. I crashed at my sister’s again in my way back up from the southernmost part of Florida. I didn’t write cuz I was too busy chilling with Becky and inheriting a cat. His name is Face and apparently he’s mine once I find my own housing.
I am in lovely Daphne, AL. Oh you haven’t heard of it? Big surprise. I intended to do a long post today, but the hotel is under renovation and no computer. So I’ll have to make it up tomorrow. So I’m just going to get the past two days down while it’s still fresh.
Today my divorce is finally legally complete and done. The past is done, and when I get back to Texas I can truly start over.
But let me backup to yesterday. I left Sanibel and rushed to St. Petersburg to visit the Dali museum. Dali is my favorite visual artist of all time so I was ready to be in awe. Still I was unprepared for the reality. Especially the giant master works are incredible, no poster or picture or print I have seen really captures the awe inspiring detail, imagery and craftsmanship Dali brought to his work. By the way, Dali leaves way more random dicks, tits and ass in his work than I ever thought before. Oh look it’s a little penis hiding behind that giraffe, never noticed that before.
Still I had somewhere to be and the place was crowded . So instead of spending hours with each painting performing a where’s Waldo with genitals, I bought my stickers and headed up to gainseville. I will definitely go there again.
Today I was determined to get as many miles as I can. I want to get home. I miss my puppy. I’m anxious to start the next chapter of my life and the divorce finally being official just lends more urgency. I did not get in quite a many miles as I had hoped. People really wanted to talk at gas stations and rest areas today. So I kept getting held up because I try to be polite.
Then there was over 30 minutes lost to capital one. Big fuck you to them. For the third time in my trip they decided my activity looked fraudulent. Keep in mind I’ve told them I am travelling, and yo expect strange charges. Well this time they decided my activity was so suspicious it had to be easclated. So they cut off my card and then make me wait on hold for over 15 minutes to talk to the escalation specialist. I rarely curse at customer service, but I was pissed as hell. Capital One has always sucked and I was mad when they took over my Cabelas card . So I gotta spend all my points and cancel that crap as soon as I get home.
I almost screwed myself after lunch. I forgot to fill up… And for the first time ever, Helga’s reserve light came on. I was in the middle of nowhere, with lots of slow downs etc as they are cleaning up the hurricane damage along 10. I have no idea how far Helga can go once she’s in reserve, like I said I’ve never run her low before. Thankfully there was a gas station about 10 miles down the road, but it was nerve wracking, until I saw the sign for the next exit and it had gas.
No good stickers today, just a tourist trap generica sticker. But I have lots of little Dali painting stickers on the cases, so really can’t complain.
Anyway… Typing this long on a phone sucks almost as much as capital one and dominoes. Hey fuckers, it’s called Caesar salad for a reason, and I didn’t order ranch you ass hats. Bet you can guess what happened. Really I’m not that grumpy this evening, but it is time to wrap this up and get ready for tomorrow’s ride.
Had to add one little note. When I got to the hotel, the clerk said “Nice bike, you’re going to let me ride it right?” This is the sticker I bought today.
Go figure.