I have been married for about 3 weeks. My wife and I had a disastrous trip to Pigeon Forge and we have had lovers quarrels. Marriage despite what people say is not a hard institution its really an art of how well you can tow the line and be able to see where your failing. Balance for me is the hardest part if anyone knows me I love technology, working with technology. So you can only imagine when I get to live out a dream at work playing with high-end Cisco gear coming home sometimes gets pushed back. I love my wife, just sometimes I know I don't put my priorities in the right order.
I have to work on putting the Family first. I declare no more workaholic activity!!!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Weekend Trip Part 1 -- On the Way to Pigeon Forge, TN
This weekend I went to Pigeon Forge. Since, I live in Nashville the drive is only around three to four hours long. The trip sounded promising, I took a day off of work on Friday so we could travel Thursday night, wake up ready to go exploring on Friday. Wishful thinking got the better of us on this one.
On Thursday I had my oil, liquids, and other various parts of the car checked so that we would be ready to roll. We left Nashville and about 30 miles out my Battery, Brake, and Door ajar lights come on the dash. They flickered off and on. My first thought was when they checked the signals and lights and the battery they had bumped something or the computer needed to be reset. We continued on the journey of 208 miles on I-40. At mile marker 320 the dash began to grow dim, the lights on the car began to fade. Then at mile marker 336, the dash panel, gauges, and radio all went out. My wife was driving the car and panic set in. We kept the care moving and exited on 338 to a shell station just in time as the car shut off.
I had dealt with alternator failure before, but not 208 miles away from home. We ran into the gas station to check for mechanics, towing, and room and board. The time was around 9:00 PM Central.
I called a towing and repair shop in Crossville, TN about 20 miles away. A nice man named Billy Ayers answered the phone and with a kind voice said he would be there in 45 min to a hour. Amber called her mom to find a hotel in the Crossville area. Come to find out that there was a huge rummage sale going on that spanned 3 states and just happen to run through Crossville. All hotels were booked. There was one place called An Jen Inn, a bred and breakfast off the beaten path but close to town.
The lady there was older but kind enough to move out of her room and down to the couch. Billy couldn't get to the gas station soon enough when a "mysterious Hiker" showed up and sat down in front of our broken down car. Several times he signed to us for a cigarette or various other things which we did not have.
After an eternity of sitting in a broken down care the tow truck arrived. After about 10 mins we were loaded up and on the road headed back to Crossville. Billy said he would on the car in the morning and he would take us to the Bed and Breakfast. The An Jen was about 5 miles out of town and set up on a hill. It was well crafted plantation looking home. It had 5 rooms each with its own bathroom. A wedding chapel, pool, and a nice porch with comfy chairs.
Billy got the car done as promised and after 348.43 dollars of parts and labor it was fixed. It was noon on Friday and we were extremley anxious to get to Pigeion forge to say the least.
Going through Knoxville, Sevierville were the worst parts. Yes, worse than being broke down traffic, 10 mph traffic.
On Thursday I had my oil, liquids, and other various parts of the car checked so that we would be ready to roll. We left Nashville and about 30 miles out my Battery, Brake, and Door ajar lights come on the dash. They flickered off and on. My first thought was when they checked the signals and lights and the battery they had bumped something or the computer needed to be reset. We continued on the journey of 208 miles on I-40. At mile marker 320 the dash began to grow dim, the lights on the car began to fade. Then at mile marker 336, the dash panel, gauges, and radio all went out. My wife was driving the car and panic set in. We kept the care moving and exited on 338 to a shell station just in time as the car shut off.
I had dealt with alternator failure before, but not 208 miles away from home. We ran into the gas station to check for mechanics, towing, and room and board. The time was around 9:00 PM Central.
I called a towing and repair shop in Crossville, TN about 20 miles away. A nice man named Billy Ayers answered the phone and with a kind voice said he would be there in 45 min to a hour. Amber called her mom to find a hotel in the Crossville area. Come to find out that there was a huge rummage sale going on that spanned 3 states and just happen to run through Crossville. All hotels were booked. There was one place called An Jen Inn, a bred and breakfast off the beaten path but close to town.
The lady there was older but kind enough to move out of her room and down to the couch. Billy couldn't get to the gas station soon enough when a "mysterious Hiker" showed up and sat down in front of our broken down car. Several times he signed to us for a cigarette or various other things which we did not have.
After an eternity of sitting in a broken down care the tow truck arrived. After about 10 mins we were loaded up and on the road headed back to Crossville. Billy said he would on the car in the morning and he would take us to the Bed and Breakfast. The An Jen was about 5 miles out of town and set up on a hill. It was well crafted plantation looking home. It had 5 rooms each with its own bathroom. A wedding chapel, pool, and a nice porch with comfy chairs.
Billy got the car done as promised and after 348.43 dollars of parts and labor it was fixed. It was noon on Friday and we were extremley anxious to get to Pigeion forge to say the least.
Going through Knoxville, Sevierville were the worst parts. Yes, worse than being broke down traffic, 10 mph traffic.
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