Thursday, November 14, 2013
Last Tuesday night my Miguelito took off to drive to Los Angeles, where he lives. He left at night and on that first night he only got as far as Richmond. That's all of about three hours driving and I am being generous with that estimate.
In a nutshell, he felt like four or five hours of driving per day was plenty. The 42 hour estimate from here to Los Angeles would then take 42 hours direct plus a visit with his sister in Corpus and one with his brother in Boulder made it 55 hours. At 5 hours a day that made 11 days driving and two for visit ... geez he was lookng at two full weeks for what should have taken a couple of young men no more than 4 day direct.
I urged him to drive more. Drive more. Now he is in Boulder. He just drove 14 hours with breaks from Dallas. He told me he thought he could be in Los Angeles tomorrow.
"Mike, that's 15 hours."
"I did almost that today. I know I can do it."
"15 hours without breaks. Make it 17. And you will finish in LA traffic. Bad idea."
" What are you thinking?"
"Well, I was thinking," and here is where the tables turn, "drive five to Moab and visit Arches NP. Then another five to Las Vegas and look at the lights. The finish with five to LA."
"Who are you and what did you do with my dad?"
"Ok, then two days. Do it in at least 10 hours for the first day and finish with 5 to LA. And take a day to visit your brother and nephew."
"Let me think about it. I am now tired of being on the road. I want this over."
Finally, I get what I want and I don't want it any more.
Our kids. Even when they move away can still worry the heck out of us.