I recently got the call about a special quart. Road trip!!1!
It started at dawn's first light.

I knew it was going to be a long day when the mapquest put me South on I-81 for exactly 299.9 miles. Oof. Breakfast time!

At least it's a pretty drive:

Getting the cash on short notice was an issue. I ended up getting a cash advance at a bank; I knew I was in the Real Virginia when the teller gave me her best Delta Burke. Thenkh Ewwwww....
I endured the long drive, thunderstorms, redneck cars ditching all over the mountain, police nailing a guy for drive-off gasoline in the car next to me. My nerves were jangled a bit through all this, and then it all came together.

I was united with The Lad, and immediately took him to lunch:


We got acquainted in a whirlwind romance through the day. I showed him the sights, including kudzu on the mountain:

He reciprocated by picking up the tab for a tank of gas:

Partway home I took The Lad to my old stomping ground, the Texas Tavern in Roanoke for a Texas Red Hot and Grape Nehi.

Finally, it came time to consummate the quartship. After a 950 mile drive and getting home after midnight, I was going to get some for sure...

This image has been pixellated to avoid incriminating or skeeving any potential employers, or any D.A. out to prosecute anyone in the Man-Can Love Association. I'll leave the rest to your imagination...












That is a serously sweet can! Congrats on the score Matt!





