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robling_t
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you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
So, the Epic Road Trip Of Doomy DOOM! The purpose behind this Adventure was helping friends-of-friends move, from a coast I do not live on to a different coast that I also do not live on... Yes, this is confusing. But hey, road trip.

The first leg involved a train ride. A very, very, very long train ride, but as bad as trains are being sealed in a can of chemically-questionable air is worse for me overall. English wasn't my seatmate's first language, but considering some of the alternatives I was actually pretty good with that. Even if it meant I was left alone with the running dialogue in my own head...


INNER JASON: Train! Train!
INNER TREVOR: You can't mean to tell me that a grown man has never what am I saying you're an American of course you haven't. Is this an entire satchel of granola bars?
INNER JASON: Dude, I looked up the dining-car menu online and just no. But TRAIN!
INNER TREVOR: *is doomed*

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(Extra point for guessing why Inner Jason took this picture before I even got to the damn boarding-gate.)

INNER JASON: [train pulls out] TRAAAAAIN!
INNER TREVOR: I am really not happy with the lack of seatbelts or better yet a five-point safety harness...

{SIX HOURS LATER:}

SEATMATE: *is asleep on seatback-tray so I can't get out*
INNER TREVOR: Erm, whose idea was Indiana, again?
INNER JASON: *abusing googlemaps on phone* Yeah, meant to mention that part...

{FOUR HOURS LATER THAN THAT}

INNER JASON: OK, sleeping on trains? Notsomuch, also, it was represented to me that there'd be a dessert-cart...
INNER TREVOR: Will you shut it about the chocolate-frogs? You couldn't even eat one --
INNER JASON: But hey, at least we're not in Indiana any more. My ears are popping.
INNER TREVOR: These aren't bloody mountains!
INNER JASON: My EAAAARS.
INNER TREVOR: *sulks*

{ANOTHER THREE HOURS LATER}
INNER JASON: There's no wifi on this train and now there's no cell signal in these fucking mountains I have to entertain myself with my imagination LIKE AN ANIMAL...
INNER TREVOR: Still not proper mountains.

{FOUR MORE HOURS LATER}
INNER JASON: So who died and made you the mountain critic? Seriously?

{FIVE HOURS AFTER THAT}
INNER TREVOR: So, if that was this station on the schedule-tables, then we're running... how late?
INNER JASON: *loaded googlemaps the last time he spotted a celltower* This late.
INNER TREVOR: *groans*

Total time elapsed to Leg One destination: 25.5 hours... or, 1.5 hours after the train ran out of its allotted stores of toilet paper and water.

***ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: leg 1 of 4***. Stay tuned for Part II...

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bibliofile From: bibliofile Date: August 28th, 2012 12:55 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)

that photo

the usual reason for taking a photo of those stairs is to do with that Sean Connery movie with Eliot Ness in it. Alas, don't know T or J well enough to know what moved them in particular.

NB: You can take a photo of those stairs without getting on a train and travelling to ANY sorts of mountains.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: August 28th, 2012 11:33 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)

Re: that photo

Yeah, but that would involve being arsed to go over to the station just for the helluvit... :)
ashnistrike From: ashnistrike Date: August 28th, 2012 10:44 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
So, the Epic Road Trip Of Doomy DOOM! The purpose behind this Adventure was helping friends-of-friends move, from a coast I do not live on to a different coast that I also do not live on...

And we were deeply grateful.

Those are hysterical. Although I had somehow missed, until S explained it, that Jason can't eat things that dogs can't eat. You know that includes aliums...
robling_t From: robling_t Date: August 28th, 2012 11:30 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
It's actually more of a "believes he shouldn't" -- the werewolves all seem to know somebody who knew somebody who... but for the most part it's just superstition-by-analogy. (Werewolf parents try to encourage some taboos in particular -- notice that Jason won't touch grape-based products, IE wine, at all and believes he's being rebellious by drinking coffee. ;) ) And given the body-weight difference, a troublesome dose would be much greater for them than for dogs anyway... but it's not like any of them want to be the one to go all For SCIENCE! about it and try something like downing a pound of chocolates in a sitting. :)
tintop_lizzy From: tintop_lizzy Date: August 28th, 2012 11:39 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Good gravy this was intense... and I was only reading it from afar.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: August 29th, 2012 06:37 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
And that was only the first thousand miles...
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