...to visit a rest stop, or words to that effect, because a fellow might need to take... a rest. On a recent trip home from Iowa I was feeling great and zipped right by a convenient stop at Hannibal because Troy was just over an hour ahead, and I didn't need to stop.
Then, I started getting sleepy. I chugged a coffee; then I chugged another coffee; then a Water Joe. I woke up, because I now needed a rest stop! No problem; 45 minutes, tops. Oops, an alligator in the road. Some trucker up ahead is having problems. Then, the traffic bunched up and crawled to a stop.
Five miles in an hour.
I finally passed the unfortunate parties that bumped into each other
when the remains of the left rear tire let go.
I made it to the Troy Wal-Store in better shape than the guys who met by
accident, and I don't intend to pass through Hannibal without stopping again.
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