“Keep on Truckin'
”
(Story)
In 1973,
Dan and I
had been married a couple of years. I was homesick, so we decided to make
a trip back to Darjeeling and Kathmandu. We decided to return via New
York and drive across country to
Los Angeles,
Greyhound to Seattle and State Ferry up the "Inside Passage" to
Juneau,
Alaska.
Since we were traveling on a budget we contacted a drive-away
company to save money. All we had to do was pay for the fuel, tolls, food
and lodging, call a phone number in LA
every 24
hours or so and give them a progress report of where we were.
My parents had gifted me with some beautiful saris and jewelry. I
decided it would be fun to try on a new sari or a new ornament
every
day while cruising down the highway.
To save time and money, we ate snacks for 500 miles. We had
reached
Ohio when
we decided we needed a hearty grand-slam truck stop breakfast that Dan had
told me about in our courting days. We spied our first likely spot,
pulled into the parking lot and walked in.
All eyes
followed this bejeweled and bedecked “apparition” in a flowing garb. The
breakfast was delicious; in fact my best memories of that trip are eating
great American breakfasts all the way to LA. And Dan’s “horizontal on a
poll” stunt, which seemed to be his “exercise” on each rest stop, is also
memorialized with the photo you see here.
When we got back into the car I asked
Dan: “Hmm,
is this a good idea - to dress up the way I am and stop at these great
American truck stop diners!!”
He said. “Yeah why not? That was a lot of fun. You should 've
seen the look on their faces. Let’s do that all the way to LA. They see a
big black spanking new Oldsmobile cruise into a parking lot full of 18
wheelers, and out steps this foreign looking chic all dressed up, speaking
in a strange accent - they probably think we’re mafia!!”
It was fairly dark when we arrived in LA. We followed the last
part of the driving directions to our destination. We pulled into a
street lined with huge warehouses, seemingly without end. We were stopped
at a gate for a while. The guard made a phone call from his booth, and
then told us to drive on in.
A few yards away a couple of serious-looking fellows in dark suits
waved us to a stop. We got out of the car and
Dan handed
one of them the papers. The other inspected the car and when he was
satisfied, motioned Dan to take our luggage out of the trunk. Not a word
was spoken. The one who inspected the papers grunted, then handed Dan a
wad of cash.
On cue, a VW bus came out of the shadows; the driver told us to
get in. We did.
He said “Where to?”
Dan
said “Greyhound bus depot”
And we were out of there. We did not say a word until we reached
the depot. We thanked the driver. He just nodded and drove away.
I said: “Dan, You didn’t count the cash.”
He said: “All I wanted to do was get the heck out of there!”
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"Keep on Truckin'"
(Breakfast Recipe)
BUTTERMILK PANCAKES
(serves 4)