These rigs are really meant to be driven.
Gotta call late last night that there is a Cane Corso at risk of euthanasia 584 miles away in Virginia. So of course I jumped in Mavis this morning and head out to save a Good Boy.
I have no idea how I'm going to fit him in. No worries though.
The drive was beautiful for the first 10 hours.
That's Tennessee to Kentucky, to Virginia, to West Virginia and back to Virginia again.
And then s*** got real.
The last hour the skies opened and lightning struck nearby. And then flash floods threatened to sweep me off the little roads I was on. Found out later those signs I kept whipping past warned that I shouldn't drive there during rainstorms. Oops.
Saw a metric shed load of deer. At least a dozen males in velvet in one field and a conservative estimate of 100+ does with fawns scattered along the route. They were all moving due to the storms.
I'm hanging out in a hotel room, anxious to meet Zeus tomorrow morning.
Damn, I feel alive.