One Pack. No Turning Back.
Number of miles driven today: 0
Total miles driven on road trip: 5,155
Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts? Although this is firmly Dunkin' country, I don't think it should count in the standings, since I am only here for our family fishing derby, not as part of the road trip.
Starbucks' record (# of days Starbucks was more common): 19-3-1
Dunkin' Donuts' record: 3-19-1
Cheapest gas I saw today: $ 2.89
Number of states visited overall: 11
Number of red states visited overall (as of 2012 presidential election): 8 (Texas, Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia)
Number of blue states visited overall: 3 (California, New Mexico, Florida)
Number of fish my team caught in the family fishing derby: 8
Place our team finished in: 2nd
Amount of pride I have to swallow losing to my Uncle Jim's team: Inordinate
We've reached the All-Star Break, both of Major League Baseball and the Wax Pack road trip.
In a past blog post, I compared the grind of this trip (10,000 miles of driving in 48 days in my 2002 Honda Accord) to the grind of an MLB season, and although Inside the Bigs radio host Mychael Urban thought I was being charitable (baseball players don't drive '02 Accords, he said), there's no doubt that the baseball season is a marathon.
The All-Star Break provides some welcome relief from the daily ritual of batting practice, a three-hour game, and another night in a hotel or a red-eye flight. It also nicely coincides with the halfway point of my trip, and so to celebrate and get a brief break of my own, I flew last night from Ft. Myers, Florida to Boston, an hour ride away from my hometown of Greenville, Rhode Island.
For the past 17 years, my family has gathered each summer in Greenville for a fishing derby. This has evolved into Christmas in July, a weekend of booze, bass, and (good-natured) bickering that ultimately confers bragging rights for a long winter. There are team costumes, an awards show, and entrance music, along with fishing-related aliases like Nightcrawler, Big Rod, and Largemouth. To us, it is a hilarious spoof that highlights the delightful quirkiness of the family. To outsiders (and several have witnessed the spectacle as invited guests), it comes off as a deranged variety show with public access TV-quality production values.
Since many of you fit in the latter camp, I'll spare you the details of my team's tragic runner-up finish, the victims of faulty alarm clocks, bad fishing line, and finicky bass (I refuse to accept any responsibility of my own).
Instead, the halfway point provides a nice opportunity to reflect on what I've learned thus far on the trip:
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The All-Star Break and What I've Learned
Day 24: Greenville, RI, 7.12.15