Leaving Fort Collins

posted by chip on Saturday, the twenty-eighth of October 2006, at two in the morning
I woke up at noon today... then hit the snooze button for another hour and a half. After packing up my things, I got a $3 Wal-Mart sandwich and a sprite and headed out on the road again. *hums Willie Nelson*

The trip was windy, but boring. That's a good thing, folks, I don't want to tell you how I hit a patch of ice and flew off the road into a buffalo. :) Due to my late start, I got as far as Rawlins before the sun set. I called Super 8's number for reservations, and there was nothing available down the road, so I decided to stay the night in Rawlins. If it sounds like I'm becoming a Super 8 fanboy, it's probably because I am. They've got that sweet spot between dirty hovel and luxury that includes wifi without breaking my budget.

Rawlins is a smallish town, six thousand and some. It doesn't even have a Wal-Mart. After I got settled into the hotel, I decided it would be a good idea to check the car. I popped the hood, pulled dipsticks and such, and found myself to be half a quart down. "WTF!?" I exclaimed, and made for the local Pamida.

"Pawhutuh?" Pamida. A general store, somewhere in scale between a Wal-Mart and a Dollar General, with the organization of a Big Lots. There used to be one in Rantoul a long time ago.

$2.50 poorer and a quart of oil richer, I got back to the hotel and began explaining my predicament to Erickson when I realized that I wasn't in the flatlands anymore. My car was parked on what was probably a 10° upslope. "Duh," I thought, "Of course it looks like it's half a quart low. All the oil's in the back of the drainpan." Huh durrr...

Yeah, that's a poor story, but at least my car's OK. Oh, Yan got a DS. Here's the Nintendo viral mindshare scorecard:

Yeah, I had to be the oddball. :) Anyway, I've got to make it to SLC tomorrow, so I'd better get some sleep. 'night.

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