So I'm into Maryland for the night, at a Best Western in Salisbury. Not bad, 40 bucks a night plus $10 for the Waller. last night when I told my bro Pennell that I planned to start at around 8 am he just laughed. He said I would either start at 5 am or before, or not until 9:30 am, as I would otherwise be stuck in gridlock for hours. So I started at 9:30. Pretty much I-95 until I went over the Delaware River at about 2. Then Route 13 thru Delaware, a four lane highway with traffic lights overy few miles.
My observations of Delaware. It's flat. Thought I was visiting the Flatlanders in Ohio. Kept looking for cornstalks. Even tho it is not quite the south, you're getting there. Passed the Dover International Speedway. The further south you get you realize that the NFL is king only in parts of America. In the rest NASCAR is king. That place is huge. Delaware is off the list.
When I started out this morning I noticed every once in a while I would hear a pinging noise. Looked at the dash but this is a Chevy. It only has a tach and speedometer. Not even a trip meter. No gauges like a real car. So for all I know the ping means that I am overheating or the oil is dangerously low. So Iworry about it for an hour or so. Then realize there is a little light below the radio that says that the passenger's air bag is either on or off. Apparently there is a sensor in the seat triggered by the weight of a passenger that turns air bag on or off, or maybe it senses whether the weight is that of an adult or baby and turns it off if a baby. And Wallie shifting around on the seat is turning it on and off. I think when it is turned on and the lap belt is not used it pings to warn the passenger. So what to do. The pinging is driving me nuts. So I put Wallie in the trunk.
Just kidding. Couple of hours go by while I think on it. Then it hits me. Pull the lap belt across and click it in. I'm a rocket scientist.
To address some concerns of my siblings. To Pennell. No, I am not John Steinbeck. Steinbeck, when travelling, actually talked to people and wrote about it. Since I left Connecticut I have talked to the cashier at Roy Rogers and the clerk at the motel. What can I say.
To Faith. Yes, Wallie has a lap belt. He really likes it.
The pictures above are Wallie at the Mollie Ivens Service Area on the NJ Turnpike (Or is that Molly Pitcher?).
Salisbury! We go through there on our way to Cambridge, and then Ocean City... but it's not exactly like The Flatlands... 'cause they have fresh crab cakes there, and all we have here is CORN!
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