That Austin thing
I’ve been in Austin for a week now.
It’s still awesome.
Last night I went to the Congress Bridge for Night of the Bat. It was created because Austin is home to the largest urban bat colony on earth. The night included honorary guest Adam West, a 1960s Batmobile and a group called Blue Lapis Light that danced on the side of a huge building.
It was awesome beyond words. If you’ve seen the photos on Facebook, you’ll be seeing them here again. It was just that cool.
I want one.
I made it to Austin this morning. Here’s what the drive did to me:
The world was a bit surreal during this photo. I was still wired from the drive but my body knew it was time for rest.
I could write thousands of words about the trip down here. Frankly, I’m too tired (even after a four-hour nap) to do that. So here are the essentials:
I drove for 24 hours, 18 minutes and covered 1,187.2 miles.
I stopped six times for gas, two times to nap, one time to eat a meal and one time in Dallas to pick up my key and parking pass for the apartment I’m subleasing.
I saw someone hit a deer in Indiana. The deer limped away and the damage to the car was minimal.
I watched a semi’s tire explode in front of me. At first I thought the pop was from one of my tires. The driver pulled over like it was no big deal, which is probably the case after the first few times it happens to you.
I depleted and recharged my phone’s battery four times during the trip.
I loved the drive.
I will budget in more rest stops the next time.
That’s all for now. I’m going to try to find time to take the camera out and about sometime this week. Austin is awesome, I’m so happy to be here!
Camaro detailing and photo fun
The second half of my weekend was devoted to cleaning up my car and taking some more fun photos in the process.
Here’s how it’s going to go: One fun photo now, then the car, then the rest of the photos. Sound like a plan? If not, too bad
Here I am in my awesome toaster reflection. Sweet.
A trip to the National Corvette Museum
I’ve always wanted a Corvette. I don’t know when it started, but it must have been pretty early in life. I blame my father, who told me all about his 1979 ‘Vette.
The trip to Bowling Green and the National Corvette Museum has been a long time coming. I figured last weekend was the perfect time to visit as I was driving back home from my visit to Nashville. If you don’t like cars, then you probably won’t enjoy this post. You’ve been warned.
This is one of the cooler uses of old license plates I've seen. All of them were obviously Corvette related. I probably looked like a goofball standing on my very tip-toes to get this photo, but so be it.