I Realy Have No Excuse
Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillFor not uploading piccus. You know the Device? The one that was lost in a box at home somewhere? Yeah, that. It was in the CameraBag the entire time, and I just noticed it today. Because I had to change the battery today, and while looking through all fifty bajillion pockets I found the Device. So I should upload the pictures, only I am Far Too Lazy.
Anyway.
Route 66, Day 6:
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
We went south from Wichita on I-35, and picked up the Route in Oklahoma City. Oklahoma City is niiiiiiice. If there were chemist jobs there, I might thin about living there, but for the uncomfortable goddamned heat. Srsly, how do they do it?
But they have an awesome downtown, their 'poor district' is so clean you could eat of the street, and everything is in grids, so it is literally impossible to get lost. Also, they are friendly.
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
We went West from Oklahoma city, along SR66, which is what they conveniently labeled the State Route that runs along Route 66. Because they are, in addition to being nice, helpful and sensible. The soil turned red shortly thereafter. There lots of cows, and we eventually encountered original road. It is pink because of the soil. The country is beautiful. I will have to upload piccus soon.
There were also a lot of Cows. Because this state grows Cows.
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
There are also windmills, which were windmilling and producing power. I took a picture of one. In real life, they're bloody huge. They don't look that big in the pictures, really, and I don't even know how to give some sense of scale. Just. Ginormous.
Anyway, we stopped in a little town named Sayne, pronounced 'sane,' which is what this state is. Or maybe insane but in a good way. During the Depression they had a bandit who acted as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and distributing thousand-dollar bills to the poor. When he was finally gunned down, 20,000 people showed for his funeral. See what I mean?
Oh, and the rain finally stopped. Kinda. We hit isolated showers, but nothing like yesterday.
Now, about the drivers. Like everyone else in this state, they are nice and polite. If you turn on a turn signal, ones behind you will back off, ones ahead of you will speed up, and everyone makes room for you. If you are coming up behind someone in the left lane and want to pass, they will move over to the right lane so you can, and hit the brakes while you do so the pass can be completed faster. If there's a sign like "Roadwork 1/2 mile - Left Lane Closed" they will get over to the right and by the time you hit the actual construction, traffic will be moving at 60. IF they have a fault, it's that they obey the speed limit, and even this is a problem because they cooperate and traffic almost always moves exactly at the posted limit, no faster but never at all slower. These are the kind of drivers that everywhere needs to have, but doesn't.
I like this state. It is, as Archimedes would say, "solid ground." If he'd wanted somewhere to stand, he could have done no better than Oklahoma.
Tomorrow, we face Texas. :P
Anyway.
Route 66, Day 6:
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
We went south from Wichita on I-35, and picked up the Route in Oklahoma City. Oklahoma City is niiiiiiice. If there were chemist jobs there, I might thin about living there, but for the uncomfortable goddamned heat. Srsly, how do they do it?
But they have an awesome downtown, their 'poor district' is so clean you could eat of the street, and everything is in grids, so it is literally impossible to get lost. Also, they are friendly.
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
We went West from Oklahoma city, along SR66, which is what they conveniently labeled the State Route that runs along Route 66. Because they are, in addition to being nice, helpful and sensible. The soil turned red shortly thereafter. There lots of cows, and we eventually encountered original road. It is pink because of the soil. The country is beautiful. I will have to upload piccus soon.
There were also a lot of Cows. Because this state grows Cows.
I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.
There are also windmills, which were windmilling and producing power. I took a picture of one. In real life, they're bloody huge. They don't look that big in the pictures, really, and I don't even know how to give some sense of scale. Just. Ginormous.
Anyway, we stopped in a little town named Sayne, pronounced 'sane,' which is what this state is. Or maybe insane but in a good way. During the Depression they had a bandit who acted as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and distributing thousand-dollar bills to the poor. When he was finally gunned down, 20,000 people showed for his funeral. See what I mean?
Oh, and the rain finally stopped. Kinda. We hit isolated showers, but nothing like yesterday.
Now, about the drivers. Like everyone else in this state, they are nice and polite. If you turn on a turn signal, ones behind you will back off, ones ahead of you will speed up, and everyone makes room for you. If you are coming up behind someone in the left lane and want to pass, they will move over to the right lane so you can, and hit the brakes while you do so the pass can be completed faster. If there's a sign like "Roadwork 1/2 mile - Left Lane Closed" they will get over to the right and by the time you hit the actual construction, traffic will be moving at 60. IF they have a fault, it's that they obey the speed limit, and even this is a problem because they cooperate and traffic almost always moves exactly at the posted limit, no faster but never at all slower. These are the kind of drivers that everywhere needs to have, but doesn't.
I like this state. It is, as Archimedes would say, "solid ground." If he'd wanted somewhere to stand, he could have done no better than Oklahoma.
Tomorrow, we face Texas. :P
