Well, we're here...finally...in the chilly confines of Mobile, Alabama. The Lady Toppers first-round game is less than 12 hours away, and I'm hoping...PRAYING...that the team gets past the quarterfinals unlike last season. After all, it's what I deserve after the jaunt down here...the mother of all road trips...
It started off well enough. Class were cancelled at Western ahead of any bad weather, so me and A-Rob were able to get out an hour ahead of schedule to begin our journey, albeit in a miniscule Cheverolet Geo Prizm.
The photogs and us convoyed down to the interstate, till briefly getting seperated in traffic. Me and the dude were getting kind of hungry, so we decided to stop and eat at an Arby's/Loves Truck Centers. We attempted to contact the photogs, but neither of them were answering their phones.
After we ate, the dude took the wrong exit and we took a twelve-minute detour until we were finally able to get back in a southward direction. This would prove to be critical for the events to come.
Meanwhile, the photogs were making their way to Birmingham, Alabama. Reaching the city, the decided to stop at a Wendy's and grub. That is when the nightmare began...
Just after me and and the dude passed through Birmingham, one of the photogs gives me a phone call. He then proceeds to tell me that they are broke down somewhere on the side of I-65. I thought they might be behind us, but by God's grace we actually passed them as I was talking on the phone. We were able to stop, pull over, and render assistance.
I thought it might be something that the four of us could solve by putting our heads together, but after lifting the hood and seeing the timing belt casing ruptured and the belt itself hanging out, as if trying to escape, I knew we would have to tow this sucker.
In the hour and half we were waiting for the tow truck, we had an excellent view of the sunset over Birmingham, as well as Alabama traffic patterns. Now, I don't know too much about Birmingham as a city, but to see all the traffic leaving as compared to the traffic coming in, you would have thought Mothra was attacking or something.
Once the tow truck arrived, we dumped the busted car in the small town of Pelham, where were told that it should be fixed on Wednesday. So that's means at least one team will have to make it to the finals, or there is going to be one lonely photog in Pelham.
So now, the Prizm that was already too small for two people now had to fit twice that amount. I'm just now regaining feeling in my legs.
Four hours later we arrived in Mobile suffering from rigor mortis and hungry as a whale on a diet. We stopped in a IHOP before checking in two the Ashbury Motels and Suites.
We drifted on to sleep to the soothing sounds of the people above us using the bathroom, and prepared for Day II, where I was going to have to put some work in...
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