Monday, May 3, 2010

The Perils of the Road Trip

I just moved from Florida to Arizona. I decided to take a road trip. After I packed up all my stuff, I thought about auto transport Florida, but decided what the hey, I’ll save some money by driving.

I drove through the Everglades, through the swamps and bayous of Louisiana, across the lakes of East Texas, stopped in Dallas for some beef and some tours, and then West Texas. I swear, I spent 3 days in that desert, mile after mile of sand. It never ended. Until I got into New Mexico, and it was more of the same.

Then I realized that Arizona is a desert too. Why am I moving to Arizona, I thought. Florida was at least humid sometimes, it rained in the afternoons. It’s that dry heat in 'Zona. My skin will dry out. I’ll look like a raisin in 10 years. And just then, my car died.

I had to walk 18 miles in the desert to find an auto shop to tell them where my car was. I spent a night in a cheap motel 45 miles away while they worked on my car. And the whole time I was thinking auto car transport is so much easier. Why didn’t I just pay for auto transport Florida?