Up until this point the idea of me flying across country to pick up a mysterious car was all just smoke and mirrors.
Not anymore, the plane ticket has been purchased and the luggage has been informed that it’s going places far away.
This being said, the itinerary is more set in stone than it has ever been before. I fly out of Knoxville at 6 am on January 12th to arrive in San Diego at 10 something or other in the morning (ahhh, I love time zones).
Welcoming committee please have sacks full of bourbon, bacon and perhaps a little bit of enthusiasm to perk me up from whatever jet lag I might incur. Although – airport bars have helped me thus far in overcoming those nasty effects.
Thank you, United. I’ll see you in January.