Hogs and A Mustang

Not an average vacation.

For one thing, I usually spend my time off with Laura, so hitting the road with a cement truck driver in the passenger seat was a bit different. We were in the cab of a sixteen foot rental truck with car trailer behind.

Put this together with the fact I was leaving Laura at home after her initial chemo treatment, and I think a bit of explanation is in order.

Okay, let's start with the truck and trailer. We had been talking about getting their things to Luke and Simon in Oklahoma this fall. Because of the circumstances of their moves to Oklahoma, they didn't have a chance take their stuff with them. The plan this year was that Simon would load up a truck and he and Laura would drive out when he left after his summer vacation.

Then came Laura's positive mammogram.

Simon was due back for classes, so he flew back, and together with our friends, we began to deal with ... well, you know the rest of that story.

So that was the truck.

As for the trailer, it was just after I had rented the truck that our son William won the bidding for a '66 Mustang on Ebay. The car was in Chiefland (west of Gainesville), and his plan was to have it shipped to him in Clarksville, Tennessee at no small expense. -- You see where this is going.

Which brings us to leaving Laura after her first chemo. This isn't as bad as it might seem. We knew from talking to people who had experience with the treatment that the first week after chemo was rough, but that by the time the next treatment rolled around, she could expect to feel like her old self again.

So we made plans for me to get the trip done in that final week before her next treatment, which pretty much brings us up to date.

Oh, except for the cement truck driver in the passenger seat. My cousin's husband. He volunteered to go with me as a riding partner, partly because the return trip once we dropped the truck off was via motorcycle. We just loaded our bikes right into the truck along with the stuff going to Oklahoma. When we got the truck unloaded out there, we rolled them out and hopped on for the ride back.

Almost 1400 miles back, in two and a half days. And for you riders out there, you know the routine on long rides. You ride about a hundred miles, then you just have to climb off and walk around for circulation.

They were long but satisfying days.

Laura's next chemo was the same day we arrived back home, and our 1:15 am arrival didn't interfere much.

So, our Oklahoma boys got their stuff, one of our Ft. Campbell boys got his Mustang, and I got a great break from work and a cross-country ride with my new best friend as the leaves were changing.

Next time: Chemo round two.