Team Wagons West
Friday 4PM - 6 PM
Beth was having a blast driving, but it was taking it’s toll. Having been behind the wheel since 10AM, she’d been in a poorly supportive seat for too long.
Beth: Time for a driver change soon. This car is not the most comfortable thing I’ve ever driven. Who wants the Captain’s Hat? (She actually had a Captain’s Hat… on her head)
Bill: Aunt Toni, you up for another drive?
Toni: It’s the best way to keep our momentum. You two drive like old ladies.
R-dog: If I recall correctly, I was the only one who didn’t break the grasshopper.
Bill: Don’t bring that up. This car is holding up just fine.
Toni: For now. I don’t trust the exh…
Bill: What?
Rich-meister: Ignore what she said. It’s what she didn’t say that counts, and she didn’t say we’re losing.
A more prominent knocking sound came from under the spare wheel carrier… sort of like an exhaust rattling around.
Bill (eyes Wookiee suspiciously, then turns back to Beth): We can stop at the Fort Hall check point.
Friday 6PM - 8 PM
Toni has once again taken prime position within the car, and is wearing Beth’s hat.
Toni: Hoist the decks! Swab the anchor! Raise the… flag thingie! Aaarrrrr! There’s an enemy a’fore us!
Wookiee: Aye, cap’n. We’ll run by their port side… and…
Bill: Tap their booty!
Much laughter was had as they passed the little Mercial for the 2nd time… maybe the other car didn’t notice them. It’s been a long day.
Bill had been relegated to the back seat with Beth. As they got closer to the town of Bliss -
Bill: Paul Jerome Appleton Wendell Tuttle. That’s 5 towns, sounds like a single person. Why would they do that?
Beth: Obviously they thought it wouldn’t sound a bit dumb. It’s kind of like how they’re big fans of calling places “Springfield”.
Insert sound of an exhaust hanger falling off
Toni dropped a patch as they left “Stinker” (yes… it’s real. Fuel station in Bliss. Look it up), which annoyed Bob, at his rock shop(?!) across the road. They made it back on to 26 West without incident, and Toni spent the next 20-ish minutes getting the car to Glenn’s Ferry and the check point on the bank of the Snake River, after crossing the… Snake River, for the 2nd time. Really? Who the hell planned this thing?!
8PM - 10PM
Upon returning to the car, the topic of food was brought up.
Toni: I don’t know about you three, but I’m really getting hungry. Haven’t eaten much since those flat sandwiches Bill found in the bottom of that backpack. I could really go some week old mince on stale buns with plastic cheese.
Bill: Maccas is it. Oh, sorry, Mickey D’s .
Beth: Internet says, wait for it… Boise has 7.
Toni: Not waiting. I’m captain, I call next port.
Beth: There’s one in Mountain Home. So, half an hour is the best I can offer you.
Toni: That’ll do Beth, That’ll do.
Toni pushed the loud pedal a little harder, knowing that some time would be lost, and a decision was made. A very important decision. It would be Bill’s shout.
- plus X minutes -
The chips were cold, and ended up sprayed around the inside of the car, as Wookiee started a food fight with his. Bill and Beth had pickle races, and Toni showed the others how to drive with both hands full of take-away food. The team found a room for the night in the East side of town (well, North-East, but who’s going to care) and it included breakfast. That counted as a win.