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Ricky Storms Nashville

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LA/XC DAY TWO:  NASHVILLE, TN

Broadway Ricky
Broadway Ricky: Beagle Man, pooch, and new friend Steve in front of Tootsie's

Today’s mileage: 666

Total LA/XC mileage:  968

Road Music:  CNN on XM Radio (missed the President’s speech last night; felt guilty; had to get caught up); ESPN Radio; “The Highway” (new country); playlist from Mikey Ice, featuring Black Keys and My Morning Jacket (thanks, Mike — loved “Off the Record”), and then NOTHING BUT COUNTRY FROM MY iPOD!  (I mean, what city are we driving to, FCOL!!)

Weather leaving Alexandria (9 AM):  72 and raining steadily

Weather arriving Nashville (8:30 PM):  73 and dark

Today’s state tally:  2 (Virginia, Tennessee)

New states today for Beagle Man:  0

We rolled into Nashville, Ricky and I, at 8:30 PM.  Instead of checking into our hotel, we headed straight for Broadway.  Talk about taking a town by storm!  As soon as we turned the corner from Fourth Avenue onto Honky Tonk Row, the oohs and ahs were deafening.  With a background soundtrack of country tunes blaring out of  Legends Corner, Robert’s, and Tootsie’s, it was, “Oh, look at that beagle!”, and “Is he a puppy?”, and “Come on baby, give me a kiss.”  (Never underestimate the power of a handsome beagle as a chick magnet.)  Girls wanted to snuggle him.  Guys wanted their picture taken with him.  Honestly?  I’ve never seen anything like it.

Ricky loves Loews
Ricky loves Loews . . .

And it was the same thing all over again when we checked into Loews Vanderbilt, uptown.  Ronnie, the bellman, was all over him; Anela at the front desk told him that a goodie bag was waiting for him in the room — and that he deserved it.

Loews loves Ricky
. . . and Loews loves Ricky

All this was a nice reward after a long day in the Acura:  12 hours, and 666 miles.  And endless battles between me and the pooch.  During the entire time I drove — and I mean the entire time, Ricky slept like an angel.  But whenever we stopped and I ducked out of the car for even a second, Ricky tried to wrangle his way through the maze of crates and duffel bags to the farthest reaches of the way-back, where his food is stored in an airtight, fortified container that no other living creature could possibly smell through.  Time after time he slithered his way through the cargo space, and time after time I hauled him back up to his

Driver's-eye view
Driver's-eye view of Angel Ricky: This is how he spends 99.9% of his car time

shotgun seat, with some pretty stern reprimands, to boot.  Guess he really took it to heart.

Another very positive development today:  Exited I-81, hit I-40 — and we’re finally heading freaking west! Yesterday (driving to Alexandria) felt more like my destination was FLA than L.A.

Caught red-handed
Devil Ricky caught red-handed

And finally, some of today’s road trip highs and lows:

Best name of a town in the state of Virginia: Chilhowie

Worst street address: Dismal Hollow Road

Attraction I most wanted to stop for today, but didn’t: Davey Crockett Birthplace State Park

Attraction I least wanted to stop for today, and didn’t: Settlers Museum of South Virginia

Pet Rest Area
Virginia rest area kicks Richard Stockton's (NJ Tpk) butt

Runner-up: American Museum of Science and Energy (Knoxville)

Best revelation while driving: If you put a towel over your left side, the seat belt won’t be able to cut your shoulder to shreds

Runner-up: If you stay at a motel rather than a friend’s house, you don’t have to worry about your dog peeing on the carpet.  (Sorry, Jeff!)

Stupidest driving mistake of the day: Getting off I-81 South at exit 1B in the wrong state (Virginia, instead of Tennessee).  No wonder I couldn’t find I-40!  Reminiscent of the time I exited I-91 North in Springfield, MA instead of Springfield VT — in a driving snowstorm, on New Year’s Eve — on our honeymoon!!!

Most brilliant country lyric heard today: “I’m so miserable without you / It’s almost like you’re here” (Billy Ray Cyrus)



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