I guess it’s time for an oil change and tire rotation.
Over the last two weeks I have logged 4,000 highway miles for doctor’s appointments, family dinners, client meetings and birthdays. I love the open road–this is no joke and there is not a hint of sarcasm in my words. You will hardly ever hear me complain about driving. I especially love starting my drive before sunrise–the beauty of New Mexico is best enjoyed at first sunlight and sunset.
My grandfather, I call him Poppie, was raised on a farm in rural Western Pennsylvania. He couldn’t wait to get off the farm and behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle. He says his oldest sister once crashed the family’s Model A into a tree. He was only about six years old at the time but he cried his little eyes out because the car had been damaged. Poppie spent his career driving truck for Motor Cargo and Consolidated Freighways.
In 1990, he was honored as a 3 Million Mile driver–3 million miles all across America. Wow! He’s seen most of the United States from behind the wheel of a big rig.
Since retirement in the mid-90s, I’ll bet he and Grandma have logged as many, if not more, in their motorhome.
I can’t help it that I like to be on the open road. I can’t help loving the rural life, too. I’d like to thank Poppie’s farmboy roots and trucker blood.