Fuquay-Varina, North Carolina — 2166.8 miles
No rain, and no impediments to high-speed driving, so I got here about an hour before check-in, decided not to wait around, and backtracked about seven miles to a coin laundry. Five days’ worth ran me a solid $6.75.
Also no bars: contrary to T-Mobile’s coverage map, either there is no GSM 1900 east of about Nashville, or they lost their roaming agreement with whoever does have it. Either way, I got no phone, so I dug out a TracFone (I do try to anticipate these things) and put myself through the activation process, which is a genuine pain. The phone, or Fone, is kinda cute: it’s a Moto V170.
Oh, about that “high-speed” business: I didn’t think I was going that fast, and I made several stops along the way, yet the desk clerk seemed amazed that I could get from north of Savannah to south of Raleigh in five hours forty minutes. It’s only 300 miles, for Pete’s sake. (Today’s mileage total reflects both the retrace to the laundry and a tour of downtown Fuquay-Varina and nearby Holly Springs, which pushes the day’s work to about 331.) I don’t think I ever once (okay, twice) hit over 80 mph.
Overheard in a Wal-Mart: “Why is it ‘men’s wear‘ but ‘women’s fashions‘?” I suspect this will be someone’s thesis someday.
Tonight: meeting with Dr. Weevil; other possibilities present themselves.