The journey to just before the border
of Arkansas was long but relatively ok with the exception of tired
eyes and butts that were sore from sitting on the same part of the
seat for hours. We pulled into the parking lot of a gas station/truck
stop/casino. Q checked the fluids and noticed that there seemed to be
a major leak between where you add radiator fluid and the radiator
itself.
We spent a cold and uncomfortable
second night cramped in the front seat of the pickup.
Next morning we had a simple but
amazing breakfast at a little diner. $5 each got us endless (and
excellent) coffee, perfectly cooked eggs, oniony hash browns, toast,
biscuits and southern gravy.
We spent the morning admiring western
AR, possibly one of the most beautiful areas in the country. If it
weren't for the rednecks and the politics...
About a half hour out of Little Rock
we reached a giant clusterfuck. Some major moron in charge of
roadworks had decided to allow construction to route a 4 lane highway
into two narrow lanes (one each way) with concrete barriers on either
side and no emergency exits. Quantum watched the engine temp climb as
we drove at near standstill and wondered what we'd do if the truck
overheated.
As we finally passed through we saw
that the opposite side traffic was backed up about 10 miles and also
near standstill. One trucker was even out of his truck, walking along
the road. No doubt every trucker there (at least several hundred) was
cursung the amount of gas he was using and worrying over his schedule.
Think about that when you complain
about the high prices at the grocery. Just about everything in your
store is shipped on a truck.
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