So there i am rocketing up I-15 through miles and miles of brown nothingness watching the outside temperature climb on the display of the Prius through 100 degrees then 104 degrees. Bored out of my mind when i flash by a bill board that yanks me out of road-induced boredom.
i jump up in my seat, in time to have the message seared in my brain. Words that cause every old man who retains the spirit of his 15 year old youth deep in his scarred heart to come instantly alive. "Holy Shit!"
Fireworks, Firecrackers, Rockets, 32 miles ahead"
Could it be that I've passed through a wormhole to the paradise of my youth?"
I had set aside couple of hundred mad money bucks to gamble on this trip, but i just found Nirvana in rural Nevada.
I fishtail onto the on ramp, burn electrons from my hybrid's battery, decelerating back into reality in the parking lot of a fireworks outlet.
$102.00 worth of unsafe and insane fireworks stuffed safely away, I pull into my hotel, plans for the ultimate gopher battle formed in my brain.
Die gophers! --JMF on his way home shortly.06/21/06
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