august 2--Shepherdsville, KY
. . . because sometime last night some guy decided to take a header out of the fourth floor window and smash into the sidewalk a few rooms down from mine. I headed out that way to get to the RV and saw all the broken glass and the dried red areas, and thought maybe someone had dropped wine and/or soda with a pizza or something. The broken window was then pointed out to me, and I was told the lovely story. You'd think the Motel 6 would block off that door, or that the police would, or that someone would have cleaned up the gore and broken glass, but no. Rumor has it he didn't survive. I shouldn't wonder, given it was the fourth floor and, from the glass break pattern, he went through head-first.
Eesh. The day got better. It almost had to. I checked my tires (all well), loaded up the kitties (after moving the RV so I didn't have to walk through the debris) and headed out. I got to Port Huron in about an hour and 15 minutes, and spent 40 minutes waiting to get through customs. Grrr. And then I got Mr. Wonder-Customs-Guy, who I think was trying to trip me up from my prior stories--he stated that "you have a pet" and I confirmed two cats. He asked me why I stopped in London, and I told him about the show (I should have showed him the program). He finished by asking me what year was my vehicle; I told him. I suspect he looked up my license plate to play 20 questions to see if I was Al-Qaeda or something. Given all that, he didn't bother looking through my rig, which everyone else has done.
The interstates in lower Michigan are awful. Horrible, bumpy, terrible. Even with all the construction, they stay horrible. Things improved when I reached Ohio, and got diesel and lunch (and let the cats out a bit--I told them it was going to be a long day, but I don't think they believed me). Then more driving.
I also hate I-75 in general. Whether you're in Michigan or Ohio or Kentucky (or Florida, for that matter), it's heavy traffic and wall-to-wall semi trucks. And every time a semi overtakes me I get pushed all around the road, which freaks me out, since I feel like I'm either going to be pushed into another semi on my other side or into a wall or something. I'm also a bit leery, since I almost got sideswiped by a semi in Canada, so I wasn't happy. Every city had construction: Detroit, Toledo, Dayton, Cincinnati, Louisville. And around Dayton it got above 90 degrees. The high was 97 here in Louisville, right before I stopped.
The Motel 6 here is old and tired, but clean. I got a room right on the end with a lovely efficient air conditioner, although I had to go talk to the desk to have them turn my water on (there's renovation here in the bathrooms, and apparently after they finished mine they forgot to turn the water on). I also can't let the cats out, because the bed is old and they can get up into the box spring and Nell, for one, will. I think tomorrow I'll take them out early to the rig and feed them there and let them stretch their legs. It's the real problem with going to motels with cats: they're often penned up in the fabric kennel, which is rather small. But I don't want to camp when it's 93 degrees in the shade. Oh well.
Onward south tomorrow!
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Eew is right--nothing like waking up to gore on the sidewalk. Maybe the poor fellow didn't have enough money to come down here and do that? (Bad Sandy, bad Sandy!)
I can sympathize with I-75, I've traveled it so often. The traffic is always bad, especially the trucks, which make potholes that never go away, they just move around. I'd almost rather cut over on I-71 to I-65 and south from there. At least you don't have to go through Atlanta--from Chattanooga, go I-24 to I-59 and down to 65, much nicer if about an hour longer.
Oh, I did--I wrote from Louisville. 65 is a bit better, but I'd happily still miss the cities. And I didn't stop in Nashville, alas; maybe some Thanksgiving break or something.
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