Fast and furious is too. I was about to start a new job in 2000 when my aunt and family asked me to fly out to Oregon and pick up all her stuff from a storage unit there and bring it back to Kansas (everything was there from a failed reunification with her daughter and family). Her worthless grandson (a professional trucker) was supposed to haul everything (she sent him money to do so), but he went the southern route because he wanted to hit Vegas. We got a call after he had started out that he had been robbed (by the dealers and machines no doubt) and needed more money. My sister told him to either get the stuff to Kansas or take it back, or she'd call the cops on him.
My best friend from high school went with me to help load and keep me awake. The trip there was ridiculous - flew out of Wichita to Atlanta then to Salt Lake City and finally Portland where we picked up the truck and drove south to some horrible little town called, Lebanon. Spent the night, was delayed getting into the storage unit because the people running it decided not to show up for work that day. Finally got in, loaded everything, and made it to Boise, Idaho. Next day, we made it past Denver (including going through an ice storm). Got up the morning after, and we were refueling in Oakley, Kansas, when my mom called us to ask where we were. "Remember when we went to Colorado when I was a kid, and we stopped at a roadside attraction that featured the World's Largest Groundhog, which turned out to be a statue? I'm looking at it right now. We'll be in Augusta by mid-afternoon."
What? How did you manage getting back in... 2 days?
Well, turns out the moving van doesn't have a regulator on it...
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