TRW finally escaped the clutches of the back woods. Thankfully a new trucker arrived from some unknown exit, and pulled out in front of me. I almost hit the guy. Who knows whose fault it was, doesn't really matter. I slammed on my breaks, he put the pedal to the metal and we all survived. The first thing I noticed was the owls on his mud flaps. Of course, those were the only things in the windscreen when I first came across the truck. Who puts owls are their mud flaps? Where do you go about buying owls? I looked all over the truck, the owls don't mean jack. I've driven a bit, and there hasn't been a single thing that I've ever seen where you can buy owls for your mud flaps. I've even searched the web, no owls!
Must be a sign--Wisdom, leadership. Who knows. But, this truck lead me to the promise land or the interstate, yet not the one I wanted to go to. But the one I should go to.
So I followed this truck, unbeknowst to me, he was going to I10, I needed to be on !75. However, I 10 would run into I75, so it's all good. The turn off to I 75 came and out of the corner of my eye, it went. I was so busy pondering the owls and having The Kid looking form the owls on the computer, that I didn't realize this truck was going somewhere else. So we slipped onto I 10, and I came to find out, I 10 zipped us past some more construction and detours on !75, as well as a little short cut.
Geogia, here we come. The land of the Peaches.
Thank-you Owls and the mysterious Owl trucker
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