2009 Kia Optima #DP4226 in Davis Sacramento, CA video
Kia vehicles, serving Davis, CA , and just a short trip from Sacramento, Elk Grove, Folsom, Roseville, Vacaville, Woodland, Dixon, Fairfield and ...
The Lonesome (not lost) Highway
I was feelin pretty brave till I stopped in Commerce, Georgia to get gas and fill out my audition paperwork. I turned around and headed up 85 north, telling chief that I was coming home. I told them that morning it was an audition, but that I was too embarrassed to tell them what exactly it was. That phone call, I finally let her know where exactly I was going, and that I figured it wasn't worth the trouble. So there I am, Hick Southron wheelin' off to Atlanta. I turned around again and reversed course, back to the original plan on 85 south. I thought of so much it made me cry. I knew, or had the feeling anyway, that I was bound to lose, that out there sharing lanes with the big truck cowboys, I was bound to lose. I was driving 80 miles an hour to Atlanta to get my heart broke. Atlanta's on fire and I gotta go get burned. I ripped open my pay packet, the deposit envelope from Chip’s bank, from our penultimate Tom Foolery gig. Ripped it open like a "Pull Tab in Case of Emergency" packet, prayed it wasn’t two 50s or a Big Ben, and pulled out a twenty. Guy let the gate up, and I plunged Big Blue into the smell of wet concrete. Tuned, ran through Six Days on the Road in a bouncy-sound half-empty parking garage, and set out. As many as I passed on the way out of there, I thought about stopping at Waffle House for dinner. It would be romantic, I thought, to turn 29 belly up to the counter at a Waffle House in Georgia, baking in the yellow fluorescence that so often mediates postliquor nausea, the acid smell of black coffee, the sweaty feeling of cheap grease, and the beautiful cadence and sound of lingo between cook and coffeemaid. Load up the juke box that ain't been changed in ten years, play Unchained Melody and Sugarpie Honeybunch and Folsom Prison and Cecilia. Probably cause I've never been lonely enough, the coffemaids at Waffle House are in some special category, such that I always watch them in a way like they're kin. With that said, I can say there's...