Texas's Favorite!

If there's one thing that you can count on Texans liking, it's Texas.

Big Cabin Truck Stop

One of the many truck stops along old Route 66, Big Cabin is, like much of Oklahoma, Indian land. What this means, in practical terms, is that it's home to smoke shops with cheap cigarettes (and clove 'cigars'!) and probably a casino or two. It's loaded with tourist trappy stuff, some of it in inappropriate places like the above signs plastered all over the walls of the laundry room.

The Big Cabin Indian, below, can be seen clearly from the Tollway, and he stands across from the base of the exit ramp, at the entrance to the Big Cabin Travel Plaza. Oddly enough, the large metal plaque telling all about the indian (which I foolishly didn't get a picture of) is several hundred yards away, by the smoke shop. Why this is I can only speculate, but I would assume it's because the Indian was probably moved at some point.

Light through the grey

Bad Bastian! Bad! You should be updating your DAILY photoblog on a DAILY basis!

Honestly, between my work schedule and the fact that I've been humping it around Atlanta, there's not been much to take pictures of, nor time to do so.

Sadly, while the maximum effective range of an M16 is 800 meters on an area target, the maximum range of an excuse on any target is 0 meters.

Got some pipe to lay...

This driver looked like he was ready to lay some serious pipe!

Also: Metropolis, IL. The police cars and even the uniforms have Superman on them.

Seriously.

Mule Antiques Trading Post

Just one of the thousands of little kitschy places along Route 66 where it happens to cross over a major Interstate Highway.

I'd like to drive Route 66 once, preferably in something smaller than a tractor trailer. I had this weird idea of taking fursuiters with me in a big ol' van and calling the trip "Suit 66". Not sure how the logistics of it would work out, but it's just a thought.

Given the All Clear

So this is what the road looked like for New Mexico to consider it open. It really wasn't bad. Certainly much better than driving through Oklahoma where I had to get past an accident scene involving at LEAST 5 tractor trailers in ditches, 2 or 3 of which were jacknifed, and the others were pointed the wrong way down the Interstate. Sadly, none of those pictures turned out. I probably should have parked and taken them from the street rather than taking them from the vibrating seat of a truck in park.

Playing Catch-Up in the Snow

Some days my job is pretty easy. In fact, I'd say that most days my job is pretty easy. Today was supposed to be easy. Point my truck East on I-40, drive until I hit Oklahoma City, turn left on I-44 and drive to Missouri. Sadly, not every day turns out how it's supposed to.



I didn't post a picture yesterday bringing my Pictures Owed count up to three. This is two extras, bringing me back down to one behind. If tomorrow's anything like today, I'll have that taken care of tomorrow, and then some.