You got to be kidding me.

Friday proved to be my test of will as I was put through all kinds of trials just trying to get to Pensacola. Originally, it was planned that I would make it to the viewing but in the infinite wisdom of the Fleet and with a little help from my optimistic friend Murphy, everything began coming apart at the seams. Drove 188 miles west to a shipper that kept me there from early friday morning to 2 am saturday (yes I missed the viewing). 2 more hours would pass fighting with another damaged trailer before I was finally underway and racing the clock to get there before the funeral started. I managed to get there with an hour to spare. What a ride!!! At least I still manage to look good when I got there. (waits for the Shroom's resonse.) :)