Road Mastery

There isn’t much to tell for this day, it was a pretty quiet one in terms of activity. I was up earlier than I should have been. That gave me time to double check my packing and make sure things were set for departure. I had made plans with She to meet on a patio for some food and to look at each other briefly. That was for half nine and it can take between ninety and one hundred and twenty minutes to arrive in her town. I had to get fuel for me and the truck before I left, I wasn’t going to wait that long to eat. My plan was to eat then again a couple hours later and hopefully have enough in me to be able to skip over lunch and keep on rocking. In the journey home I have to make one stop for some fuel so I also plan around that, I prefer it to be in the last third of the drive so I wasn’t going to fuel up in the Bay. I got away on time, my errands in town took way less time than expected. I got a McBreakfast and fuel right next door at the Esso. Without a Petro Points card anymore I’m able to just go to the closest. With my time savings and a very smooth and uneventful drive to the Bay I was early, but a half hour. I let her know and said to keep the planned time and I went for my first foray into a store for something outside of food since February. I wanted to check out the fishing tackle selection in Canadian Tire, knowing that this particular store has an impressive display. I found the pink fake worms I was after and then I snagged a couple other soft plastics that seemed reasonably priced. One was a fake minnow with a couple of pre-rigged jig heads and the other was small white curly tailed grubs for the next time I’m in murky or dark water. I rushed a bit as I didn’t want turn my earliness into tardiness. I had to dally in my truck a bit but we met up, had a lovely breakfast meal and then parted ways, her to work and me to the road.

Several hours later I was closing in on Barrie and listening to the actual radio, I’d cleared my podcast queue and was saving my audiobook for the rest of the weekend. The drive was smooth, no stops required. I made a decision on the fly to skip the Barrie fuel station and keep going, I was playing with the idea of taking it to the limit but I was nervous about traffic snarls in the Smoke so I stopped at the last service stop before the Smoke and got a meager amount. I didn’t fill it up because without a fuel card this was on my dime for the moment. I’ll try and expense it later. I wanted to limit my exposure in any regard so just topped it up to half and carried on. My fears were realized with two long slow downs. I couldn’t see any evidence of an accident so I assume people just suck at driving. One was near a big merge and showed me that people still haven’t mastered the zipper yet, everyone must still be too important to be considerate on the road. I myself did it properly and things were quite smooth around me, the guy behind saw what I was doing and adopted the practice too. Didn’t stop idiots from trying to go to the very last inch of an ending lane and then trying to get in from a dead stop, forcing everyone to stop to facilitate their buffonery. I’ll never understand that mindset, I work to sneak in hundreds of metres from the end, almost as soon as I know a lane is ending. The remainder of the drive featured faster than appropriate driving and busier than expected roads. I got home around half two and started unpacking and re-integrating my stuff into the house. I had a meal around four of the leftovers that Mother had sent along for the purpose. The fridge was quite empty when I returned, apparently I’d cleaned it out before I left. Ah well, I ate. Then I started watching some Netflix and the next thing I knew it was after nine and I was definitely feeling it after a long drive and found myself trying to sleep around ten. I say trying because it was nearly twelve when I actually fell asleep. I think it was the different temperature and the AC that was messing with me. Better luck next time?