It’s 6 AM and I haven’t slept one bit. I am about to head up to Katzs marina for a refresh on WECATCHEM, and to be honest I am sweating bullets. Not sure why? Maybe its that I am hauling a 25 ft Steinway up into New Jersey. If it isn’t the bumps in the road, its the trucks, or maybe the bearings, breaks, maybe the axle is rusted and I cant tell? Maybe one of the bunks will come off? Maybe the truck will break down. Maybe I will have to poop! Oh god, rest stop restroom poops are the worst. It’s endless with all the worries.
But one thing for sure, once you are on the road, it all seems better and better, and by the time you are close, you start drifting around turns and drag racing punk kids in their rice burners. Okay okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit.
Okay okay. a lot. It’s white knuckles all the way. And there is a reason I am numb after just a 4 hr drive. Especially when it takes 6 hours because I am driving 25 with the flashers on.