Road Trips

One of the things Alan and I did while dating, was taking road trips since he had just moved here from Memphis and wanted to see what the area around San Antonio had to offer.  The Hill Country nearby is without a doubt the most glorious scenic area second only to the island of Kauai and the Grand Canyon.

To encourage the road trips, we have a selection of vehicles in which our comfort is at a premium.  The latest addition is a 2004 XK8 Jaguar convertible.  After giving Alan static about getting a “gun metal gray” car, he very calmly looked at me and said that the color was “platinum.”  Okay! 

Yesterday, we took our platinum convertible on a road trip to Corpus Christi to see the gulf and then we headed north and east into Rockport and back to San Antonio.  One of the thrills of going south is looking for what I have termed “our bridge” which is a bridge just sitting in the middle of a field with a “for sale” sign on it.  This time, I wanted to get the phone number so I could call and get some information on it – like cost, weight, material, etc.

What promoted the inquiry was an article in the Saturday funnies that a bridge on the East Coast has been stolen.  How do you steal a bridge?  This is another one of those situations in which major planning has to take place.  The East Coast bridge weighed 40 tons.  How do you even move a 40 ton bridge and do you need a permit to do it if using a major road?  How long does it take to “break down” it into manageable pieces and do you need to be quiet about it?  Seems to me to be a very noisy process.

“Our bridge” wasn’t there or we missed it while talking about it so making a telephone call was needless.  It still keeps me thinking about who and why would you “sell” a bridge. 

The only thing useful about this blog is a reminder to “not burn your bridges,” as someone would probably call the fire department.