Thursday, May 15, 2008
Tour de Atlanta on a Pontiac - The Perfect Start
A perfectly planned tour is not possible for me to plan. Best example was our New Year Eve's plan to go to a beach and enjoy the night while they lower the huge silver ball into the sea. But we were planning for a long time that we ended up being kicked out of the dance floor from a local pub. From that day, I decided to let things happen on its own and enjoy whats in the store. And trust me, it is always fun. Now consider the last weekend trip to Atlanta. We talked about the tour on Wednesday; cancelled it on Thursday and again decided to go on Friday afternoon. And it happened to be one of the best tours in US.
On Wednesday, when I and S who had come to Charlotte recently were just talking, S suggested a trip to near by place. A call was made to R and was told that we will be in Atlanta for the weekend. Cancelling all his important assignments like "sleep for 16 hrs", "chat for 20 hrs" and "don’t see the sunlight for 2 days", he agreed. But on the next day, R was given a transfer out of Atlanta. And we believed it. We did not think that he was trying to avoid us. But the good soul in him woke up again on Friday and there I was renting a Pontiac G6 for our 250 mile drive to Atlanta. "This is going to be fun", I said.
It was a perfect start with a thrilling ride. We started late as usual around 8:30 PM instead of the planned 6:00PM. With S insisting that she will drive first, I took the maximum risk and seated tight in the passenger seat. And though it was night, the day already looked bright as lost the way. For people who don’t know me, getting lost on the way is de-facto for every trip. And that happens even when we have a GPS speaking out the directions in a female voice. Like every other man on the planet, I always find it very difficult to listen to women and I take the wrong turn at least once in every trip. It is funny that even a computer generated female voice proves to be female that it never finds the easiest path to get back on the track. May be women hate saying U-turns. It is always their turn for everything. That is why they ask you to drive a mile and go for a circle through deserted roads and woods before finally bringing back to the road at least 5 miles behind. But I did not realize that S would also do the same. Waiting for Exit 10B, we forgot to take Exit 10 and had to go through woods before we took a U-turn as we noticed huge trucks and scary drivers blocking the way. Luckily, we did not run over any stranger and no axe yielding hitchhiker crossed our path. It is heartening that we have not got any letter saying "I know what you did last weekend". At 8:30 PM we had our dinner in Burger King, thanks to S for insisting that she will pay for the dinner out of her violet colored wallet. With food done, we continued the travel again. But this time, it was a safe journey with me behind the wheels. So by 12:14 AM, 30 mins ahead of the schedule, GPS brought us the good news "We are at the destination". The only problem was that we were stuck at the back of red-brick walled building which did not appear to be R's home. And there we go again to denote that we are in the perfect trip getting lost again with the GPS.
On Wednesday, when I and S who had come to Charlotte recently were just talking, S suggested a trip to near by place. A call was made to R and was told that we will be in Atlanta for the weekend. Cancelling all his important assignments like "sleep for 16 hrs", "chat for 20 hrs" and "don’t see the sunlight for 2 days", he agreed. But on the next day, R was given a transfer out of Atlanta. And we believed it. We did not think that he was trying to avoid us. But the good soul in him woke up again on Friday and there I was renting a Pontiac G6 for our 250 mile drive to Atlanta. "This is going to be fun", I said.
It was a perfect start with a thrilling ride. We started late as usual around 8:30 PM instead of the planned 6:00PM. With S insisting that she will drive first, I took the maximum risk and seated tight in the passenger seat. And though it was night, the day already looked bright as lost the way. For people who don’t know me, getting lost on the way is de-facto for every trip. And that happens even when we have a GPS speaking out the directions in a female voice. Like every other man on the planet, I always find it very difficult to listen to women and I take the wrong turn at least once in every trip. It is funny that even a computer generated female voice proves to be female that it never finds the easiest path to get back on the track. May be women hate saying U-turns. It is always their turn for everything. That is why they ask you to drive a mile and go for a circle through deserted roads and woods before finally bringing back to the road at least 5 miles behind. But I did not realize that S would also do the same. Waiting for Exit 10B, we forgot to take Exit 10 and had to go through woods before we took a U-turn as we noticed huge trucks and scary drivers blocking the way. Luckily, we did not run over any stranger and no axe yielding hitchhiker crossed our path. It is heartening that we have not got any letter saying "I know what you did last weekend". At 8:30 PM we had our dinner in Burger King, thanks to S for insisting that she will pay for the dinner out of her violet colored wallet. With food done, we continued the travel again. But this time, it was a safe journey with me behind the wheels. So by 12:14 AM, 30 mins ahead of the schedule, GPS brought us the good news "We are at the destination". The only problem was that we were stuck at the back of red-brick walled building which did not appear to be R's home. And there we go again to denote that we are in the perfect trip getting lost again with the GPS.
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