Long overdue update (Day 3)

My deepest apologies to everyone tracking this (all two of you) for not updating in the last few days. Our journey has taken us into the heartland of America and the travel days have been long and tiring. As such, I haven't been able to devote as much time to the blog as I would have liked. To make up for it, I'm going to post a few retrospective entries to catch up on the last couple of days.

Day 3

Day three started with me waking up at 7 in the morning the the sounds of a parrot freaking out directly above my head. Oh, excuse me, I failed to mention before that I had been sleeping on the couch in the den. This also happens to be the same room in which the family birds reside. To my eternal delight, they love to wake up early and run around their cage, eating birdseed, and squawking at anything that moves (i.e. me rolling around in a half-awake daze). I soon arose for the day only to find myself in the suffering an allergic reactio

n to the goose-feather pillows I had been sleeping on. After a lovely breakfast, we bid our friends farewell and journeyed west towards Knoxville.

I immediately instructed Rob to find a gas station so I could get some Benadryl. After taking the maximum dose, I soon accended Mount Everest and then proceeded to melt into the seat. An hour and a half later, I came too and had an insatiable urge for chicken. Because we were in the South, we decided to stop at a place called Bojangles'.

Let me just take a moment out of this gripping tale to remind the audience at home of how much of a chicken advocate I am. I really enjoy chicken, almost as much as I enjoy beer and Gary Busey. As such, I can truthfully and authoritatively say: BOJANGLES' HAS THE BEST FUCKING CHICKEN AND BISCUITS EVER!!!! That's four exclamation points, that means its really fucking true and awesome. 

Ambrosia sent from on high, or maybe just western North Carolina

I don't quite know how to go bout describing the meal I had. At first glance it would seem to be your basic chicken, biscuit, fries, and a drink meal, but at the same time, it was so much more. The fries were dusted with a savory spice mix, the chicken was breaded and fried to juicy perfection. The most amazing part however, was the biscuit. Holy catchphrase Batman, was that a great biscuit. As one of Brian's friends would later say "It's like they sprinkle crack and butter on it." That pretty much sums it up. If you ever have a chance to go to Bojangles', eat as much as you can, your life will be better for it.

After lunch, we decided to put the top down for a while. The weather was finally getting warm enough and since this was our first official leg west, we might as well celebrate with an open sky.

Top down, hop in, ride with a G

As we got closer to Knoxville, we noticed the Speedometer had hit the big 1000-mile mark.

1000 looks just like 2367...

Just outside of Knoxville, we stopped at the home of the world's largest knife store. It sounds cool but when you actually get there, its a little unsettling. They had tables covered in grab bins with various small bladed objects. Each cost only a few dollars and there were all of these obese people rumaging through them as if they were going to find some sort of "deal." I can totally see the conversation "Hey honey, I'm gonna run down to the the knife store, Cletis said they have those 6-inch Kay-bars in the grab bin this week!" To the store's credit, they did have a lot of pretty cool replicas. They even had the actual knife from Terminator 2 (the one with the thumb hole on the end).

It's like L.L. Bean, but with... well yeah it's a lot like L.L. Bean

After leaving the Wonderful World of Knives, we continued onto Knoxville, where we spent the night at a surprisingly comfortable Red Roof Inn. The next day, we set off for Huntsville.