The work wasn't that hard, but being a consultant and splitting my time over several different contracts meant that I was always changnig rules. It really was like working two or three different full-time jobs concurrently. I was writing PowerBuilder code in the morning, doing Excel macros in the afternoon, and writing Wnidows device drivers at night.
At the time, I'd never taken more than a couple of days off of work. I'd never really done more than have a four-day weekend. I decided to ride my motorcycle. At the time, it was a Yamaha FZ-700 that I'd tossed some brnad-new tyres on.
I decided to go to Graceland. I don't really understand Elvis or the things that surround his wake in American Culture. But he's some sort of juggernaut, and needs to be understood. I thought this would be a great destination, too, because I wouldn't so deeply care about it. If I decided to go someplace that would terribly interest me, like the Hockey Hall of Fame, I'd end up worrying about my ability to make it through the whole trip. Graceland, on the other hand, was just a curiosity. It provided a final destination without being an uncomfortable, tugging draw.
|Date||Start City||Stop City||Mileage|
|Saturday, June 12, 1993||Hartford, Connecticut||Baltimore, Maryland||377.8|
|Sunday, June 13, 1993||Baltimore, Maryland||Athens, Ohio||418.7|
|Monday, June 14, 1993||Athens, Ohio||Clarksville, Tennessee||437.2|
|Tuesday, June 15, 1993||Clarksville, Tennessee||Memphis, Tennessee||219.5|
|Wednesday, June 16, 1993||Memphis, Tennessee||Knoxville, Tennessee||421.1|
|Thursday, June 17, 1993||Knoxville, Tennessee||Kenly, North Carolina||451.7|
|Friday, June 18, 1993||Kenly, North Carolina||Virginia Beach, Virginia||192.5|
|Saturday, June 19, 1993||Virginia Beach, Virginia||0.0|
|Sunday, June 19, 1993||Virginia Beach, Virginia||Hartford, Connecticut||526.3|
Some of the days don't have jumps because I'm not done transcribing my notes yet.
These are transcriptions of my real journal entries. I did not bring a computer with me: my vacation was to get away from computers. I'm not a nerd, and I'm not really that important anyway: there's no reason to for you to see what the view would be from the top of my front fender every five minutes of the day. My journal entries often contain personal reflection and sensitive insights. When I've felt uncomfortable with their content, I've edited them before posting them here. What's here is still the work of my own two hands, so please treat it (and me) with respect.
Last modified on 5 July, 1997.