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"The closest gas station was a mile and a half away."

 

 

 

"This reaffirmed my hatred of urban sprawl."

George's House
December 4, 2002
Washington, DC, USA

Racing the Storm
Washington, DC, USA
Wednesday December 4, 2002

You've heard of storm chasers. Today the storm was chasing me. This monster ice storm was about to slam the whole east coast.

I began my day in Charlotte after a nice visit with Molly and Michael and their daughters Elly and Sarah. I worked with Molly in Cincinnati until she moved south. I left ahead of the storm intending to get to Washington before it arrived. It caught up to me first in Raleigh, where ice started falling around three. I got back ahead of it after leaving town, but every time I'd stop for gas it'd catch back up to me. Didja see that bad Steven King made-for-tv disaster The Langoliers starring that guy Bronson Pinchot from some even worse ABC show? Anyway, it felt like I was being chased up I-95 by something deadly.

"Fortunately there was a nice guy in a Pontiac."
This wasn't the only adventure today. Dad failed to tell me that the gas gauge on the car I'm borrowing doesn't go below 1/4 of a tank. With the gauge still showing 1/4 tank, I coasted to a stop by an exit ramp thinking I'd lucked out. The closest gas station was a mile and a half away. I ran. Fortunately there was a nice guy in a Pontiac who drove me back to the interstate.

By the way... this reaffirmed my hatred of urban sprawl. I ran out of gas near Durham. We're paving over farmland, building suburbs from scratch. Could we not put in a few crosswalks and walk/don't walk signs? We really are subsidizing the automobile industry with the way we design our cities.

"That created some tense moments."
AND... Ryan my friend from home who I was supposed to stay with tonight? Snowed in back home in Jonesville. Didn't make it to DC. That created some tense moments when I was racing toward DC, outrunning the storm with no idea of where I was gonna stay tonight. But my friend Julie from Syracuse was kind enough to let me stay with her. I was gonna get to see her tomorrow anyway... so it's very cool.

By the way... I won't get into details, but the pay phone calls I had to make to arrange accommodations for tonight were an adventure, too. Have you used a pay phone recently? I think I spent $15 on like five phone calls. At one point my credit card was involved.

Julie couldn't meet me till later in the evening, so when I got into town I walked around the White House for a while and got a pretty good picture. Everybody has one like it, but I was kinda proud of it.

More of DC tomorrow, then on to Pittsburgh Friday.

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