Moving coast-to-coast
Posted by Mad Scientist on January 23, 2008
Well, that certainly didn’t go according to plan.
First off, I didn’t trust the CRX to get me across country 100%. There’s always the off chance that a vehicle will die when you’re going 3k miles in less than a week. Second, it’s worth more on the East Coast (they’re more rare, and a CRX with any kind of rust at all is worth a whole lot less on the West Coast) . I decided to sell her, the car which has brought me so much joy over the past few years.
I bought a cross-country one-way plane ticket for $125, acquired a ride to the airport, and left from Albany, NY. After a surprisingly quick and thorough security check, I found myself in what seemed like a demolition derby to get down the ramp into the plane. Why do people rush so much to get to their seats when getting on planes? Are we afraid the seat won’t be there if we take too long? Maybe I’ll never understand that one…
Anyway, my seat on this rather small jet was next to a spine surgeon on his way to some sort of conference that would allow little robots to hack at your spine instead of shaky old-men hands (let’s face it, after you’ve gone to school long enough to become a spine surgeon and written all the papers they’d have you write in said school, your hands would be shaky too) . He was simply a nice, interesting guy who made the flight go by that much more quickly. We landed without incident in Atlanta, GA. It was snowing in Atlanta, and I gave no thought to it (I had just left 2 feet of snow in NY).
In Atlanta, I had a few hours to hang out and play ‘musical gates’ (it’s a game in which Delta Airlines constantly changes the gate you’re boarding on while you wait… the loser really gets screwed). Most of the people playing this new game with me were heading BACK to CA, not heading there for the first time. I got some very useful advice about the city, what to eat, when to eat, and which bars will get you the most drunk for the least amount of money.
Ah, finally. 6:45, boarding time. We all did our shuffling race to our seats and sat there, feeling quite accomplished until the “check seat belt” sign came on, and the stewardess showed us how to breathe and read pamphlets. Then the captain came on, and said we’d have to clean the ice and slush out of the wings before leaving, and that we were 2nd in line to meet the cleaners. No big deal.
Ten minutes later, we were informed that there was a mistake, and we weren’t actually 2nd in line to be cleaned, but 2nd in line for Delta planes to be added into the overall mix to be cleaned. We had merged with a much bigger line, and were now 18th in line. Oh well, an hour of waiting won’t hurt. We sat on the runway for that hour, when we were greeted by the cheery voice of the captain. He said that we were still waiting, and it was taking longer than expected. They were cleaning the planes off at approximately 20 minutes per plane, and we were 50th in line. If we left that line, we’d get to go back to the gate and grab some foodstuffs, but we’d have to start over in line when we came back. That wasn’t really an option.
We waited, and waited, and waited, and talked, and watched the in-flight movie they were going to show… twice. They served us food (and charged us for it, it was certainly not complimentary), and after six and a half hours of waiting on the runway (and one refuel because we were at idle too long) we were informed that we would be taking off in approximately one half hour. We were headed to the wing-cleaners. Apparantly, a wing cleaner is just a little garden hose that shoots a mist of antifreeze onto the wings. I had always seen them as a big hose, akin to a firehose, that drenched a wing in a matter of minutes.
Finally, the plane took off, and I hit “play” on my mp3 player, and woke up in Oakland, Int’l. I met up with my friend Josh, and we went out for coffee and went to sleep the next night (it was a 48-hour day, apparantly). So here I am, waiting for my money order to come in so I can move into the new apartment.
For now, I only have my 1983 Yamaha XJ650, which I’ll be getting running and using to commute until I find a new project car. Unfortunately, it’ll probably be a Datsun 240z, and I’ll put a Chevy LS1 into it; not another CRX (that’ll come later… for now I want a car that can do wheelies) . I’ll continue to maintain the site for as long as people are interested in it, and if there are any requests for articles they will be considered first.
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