Renegade Redneck?

Road Trip Day 1:

I mentioned last month (Sluggishly Blogging) I would be road tripping to North Carolina with my 2 youngest daughters. Well that trip began today when my car rolled out of the driveway around 2 p.m. EST. We (and I use the plural loosely here) spent the morning packing the car carefully making sure we would have what we needed for our fun on the road. Being busy driving makes for less than my normal (merely passable) quality of photos so you'll have to use a bit of imagination to enhance this travel tale of mine.

I am a packing genious if I do say so myself. I'm determined to get to my destination in a timely fashion while having some fun along the way. Packed in the back of the 2009 Ford Flex that was featured in 48 Hour Leave of Absence was a full aresonal including duct tape, 3 tennis rackets and tennis balls, basball gloves, camera, Flip video, blue masking tape and paper and markers to send messages to other drivers we pass by on the freeway. I'm telling you our vehicle was loaded for bear.

This guy was like a gift from God sent solely for our entertainment.My photography assistant manned the camera as well as she could. According to this guys car, with North Carolina license plates he is an "Agent" for State Security. Their motto in italics said " to punish and control". We totally aggrevated the man while trying to get good shots of his car while driving  78 miles per hour down the interstate.

My thinking is this is either a new Obama security detail agent or a renegade redneck militia member. Could go either way. We followed him all through Ohio before losing him in Kentucky. We were preparing some signs to hold up in the window to communicate. Our first sign said, "hey, nice buzz cut" but he pulled some pretty fancy maneuvers and escaped our grasp.

We stopped a rest stop and streched our legs, used the potties and were going to throw the frisbe around but found it too blasted hot. So we motored on and found our motel at the end of the day.

We checked into our motel (I had investigated it thouroughly online to be sure it was safe and clean). For $42 we got this ultra nifty room that is stuck in the 70's, even with a magic massaging bed that took quarters . That was an absolute hit with my crowd.

So we are settled into our groovy room and preparing to get some sleep so we can explore the southern institution of The Waffle House in the morning before we take our show back on the road. We'll be headed up into some serious mountains during the last leg of our drive tomorrow, we will try to capture the treacherous interstate...after we get our bellies full of waffles.