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I left yesterday at 2:15 in the afternoon and rolled into my friend’s driveway 25 hours and seven minutes later.  From Monday to Saturday this week, I drove nearly as many miles as I did in the months since the last real roadtrip I made, to Bend in the last days of my summer break, 2874 miles in four months.

(that’s 46.5 miles an hour, average, for the distance, and it’s a Very Good time)

One thousand sixty-one miles in 25 hours.  Sort of a personal best, and given that the Siskiyou pass on the California/Oregon border was packed snow, and that a few dozen of us had to wait 20 minutes while they cleared two wrecks on the pass, I think I did really well.  Of course, since I was short of time, I made the drives as fast as I could, within reason.  Coulda used that cruise control on the way back.

Other than the Sisikous, I had no problems down or back.  Cali-Blue cruises nicely on the biggest tires and wheels I’ve ever had on one of my cars, and gets the best mileage of any I’ve owned.  A quick check half way up showed 34 miles a gallon at 70+ miles an hour … of gas that cost no more (except in one case) than 2 dollars a gallon, I’ve driven it 12,542 miles since last February, and nothing has gone wrong with it or stopped working.  I love my car.

But, 25 hours of driving – I did grab three naps, but yeooow, sleeping in 20 some degree weather, like I found on this trip, is at best a short and not optimum substitute for real rest.

I’m home, Blacky is fed, and re-fed, and I don’t have to work on a Saturday night for the first time in I donno how long… and that over there is MY OWN bed.

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