Road Trip, Part I

This took place back in the mid 1980s. My best friend and fellow skirt chaser, Jay, and I drove to Tampa. We left Va Beach to go visit his son for Christmas. The son was about 6 then, and his mother was a stripper.

We had every intention of being in Tampa, at the whore and her kid's house for Christmas morning. We didn't make it until the day after Christmas. Don't remember why we were so late leaving Va Beach, but I remember it was about 3pm on Christmas Day when we pulled off I-95 into Fayetville, NC. Not even half way, and we got a motel room there.

Oh, yeah, funny thing happened on I-95 in NC. Jay had to piss, and I wouldn't stop. I was driving a Ford van that had a sliding door on the side. I told him to climb in the back, crack the door open, and piss at 70 MPH. I'll never forget looking in my mirror and seeing a car loaded with a family on holiday, have to turn on their windshield wipers on a sunny day.

Anyway, back to Fayet Nam. We rode around for a while looking for somewhere to eat supper. Everything was closed for Christmas. We finally found a Chinese or Japanese place where they cooked the shit right at your table. We were their only customers, and they put on a hell of a show for us. The chef is still the best table chef I've ever seen. The people that ran the restaurant were great. They gave us some ivory chopsticks as Christmas presents.

After eating, and back then it was probably the first time in a couple of days, we went to see if there was any night life in Fayetville. There were a couple of places open. One joint had topless bartenders, and all they could sell was draft beer. Another place was a rock band club. That's where all the off duty strippers hang out. Probably still do. I remember hooking up with some rock slut with a weird stripper name. Some Indian shit, or something. Being in Fayetville, all the dudes in there were Army guys. So two long haired guys from out of town could hook up with no problem.

The next morning---I think---we headed on to Tampa.

to be continued............

Four Way

No not that kind of four way. A four way stop sign. Raise your hands if you know how to negotiate one. Not bad. For those that don't listen up.

Stop at the stop sign.
If there are other cars sitting at their sign, they go first. Which leads me to the most important part.
If you are sitting at the sign, and I'm 100 yards down the road, approaching my sign, GO. You don't have to sit there and wait for me to come to a complete halt.

Next how to use a traffic circle.