Road Trip!

I took a little road trip today and rediscovered how much I loooooove my BabyCar. The mission: Jerky. The destination: Prasek's. There simply is no better jerky anywhere, and for my husband's birthday, nothing but the best will do. So it takes a couple of hours to get there--that's why I took the day off from work ;-)

You don't have to get too far outside of Houston to realize how much of Texas is not cities. The route to Hillje couldn't be simpler. Get on 59 south and go 'til you get there. There's one billboard conveniently place 28 miles out, so you can check your odometer, although it's not like you're going to miss it. Basically, it's a gas station and a meat counter. A really big meat counter. I got there just after noon, so it was pretty crowded, but that doesn't keep everyone from being incredibly nice. The old-timer next to me in line was doing the same thing I was--a pound of turkey jerkey, a pound of beef jerkey, a pound of peppered turkey jerkey, etc. As we gathered our paper-wrapped packages of goodness, naturally we got to talking. He said the best part about working around there was that the lunch wagons brought Prasek's food. Then he patted his ample belly and said, "That's how you get this!"

On the way out, I was a bit ahead of a gentleman who was quite distraught that he hadn't reached the door in time to hold it open for me. I apologized profusely, and marvelled at how long it had been since I'd heard a similar sentiment.

Since the MO's birthday presents were all nice-and-neatly wrapped by the professional meat-dudes, I got myself a little travelling snack as well (they very cleverly place these items by the cash register). So the trip home looked like this:

Yeah, I know, I'm not breaking any land-speed records, but I'm too old to bat my eyelashes out of a ticket and too young for the "Sonny, in my day" schtick to work, so it wasn't a real "Italian tune-up" but it sure was fun. It was exhilarating to rediscover how much fun it is to really drive. My little car is the best.