After some initial awkwardness in getting used to riding with each other, Harrison and Gill settled in for the ride. The first ten minutes shows everything the Interstate has to offer except watching for speed traps but this wasn't a trip for speeding and Harrison would rather take it easy anyway.
"It looks like some heavy weather up ahead, would you like to go with Beethoven's Pastoral," asked Harrison.
"Good choice," said Gill. "It would be impressive if we broke out on the other side into sunshine for the last movement."
Gill leaned the seat back and made himself comfortable as the music started. He knew he wouldn't sleep but he was happy to relax without the need to come up with any road conversation while they drove. The dogs were all curled up and sleeping as the music wasn't loud and didn't disturb them in the back.
In the Sprinter running next in the caravan, Goldberg and Margolis were listening to Benny Goodman's "Sing Sing Sing" and they had the volume pumped up. Both of them liked it loud and the mirror was vibrating from the bass.
"The best three-minute song ever recorded," shouted Goldberg.
"Baby, with Krupa's drum solo it runs about five minutes," shouted Margolis back at him.
"Details, details," shouted Goldberg.
As the music faded, Goldberg said, "I've got to thank Scarborough for this sound system. Outstanding."
"I wonder who he was," said Margolis.
"I have no idea. Maybe he was some stoner who ran marijuana out of Mexico."
"No chance. With a truck this loud he would have been busted before he ever got out of Texas."
"What do you know about running drugs," asked Goldberg.
"Nothing but if I were going to do it I think it would be better to look like Uncle George and Aunt Harriet going to a tent revival," replied Margolis.
"I don't think talking about how to smuggle drugs is going to carry us all the way to Kentucky. How are the dogs doing?"
"They're all cuddled up in a big pile back there. The music doesn't seem to affect them," she replied.
"That must mean play some more," said Goldberg.
"Baby, I found some CDs in the glove box. I guess Scarborough must have forgotten them. There's one here by someone named lefty Unplugged and it's hand-lettered like Scarborough burned the CD himself. Do you want to try that one?"
"I'm always up for something new," said Goldberg. "Let's hear it."
Campbell and Sweeney weren't saying much and they just looked at each other and smiled every so often. They hadn't been seeing each other for all that long but they were already comfortable not saying anything to each other and they were happy to be together and rolling toward something that seemed like it would be very special.
And so the miles rolled away, everyone relaxed more and more. It was past prime season for camping so there weren't many people in the camp sites and they didn't have to face any questions about just how these dogs came to start talking. The dogs spent most of their time sleeping except for when one or other of them would come forward to get some air from the window. So it went for the first two days and nights but things got a bit more animated on the last day when they would arrive in Kentucky.
The third day started early, just like the ones before, and they were on the road not long after daybreak. Not long after that, Harrison's walkie talkie crackled as Goldberg opened the connection.
"Breaker one nine, breaker one nine," said Goldberg.
"That's CB trucker talk, Steve, and I don't see any big rigs," replied Harrison.
"Have you heard the news this morning, Boss," asked Goldberg.
"Not yet. Gill and I have been doing a crash course in techniques for managing DNA recombination."
"I'm sorry I've been missing that as I would like to take that course too. The news is taking a highly dismal course. It looks like Washington really outdid itself this time."
"I will take a listen when Gill and I take the next break," said Harrison.
"Ten four, Boss," said Goldberg.
Harrison clicked in again and said, "We are about four hours from my parents' spread. My preference is to go straight through. Respond back if you want to discuss it."
The walkie talkie went silent and Harrison settled into the last leg of the trip.
"It looks like some heavy weather up ahead, would you like to go with Beethoven's Pastoral," asked Harrison.
"Good choice," said Gill. "It would be impressive if we broke out on the other side into sunshine for the last movement."
Gill leaned the seat back and made himself comfortable as the music started. He knew he wouldn't sleep but he was happy to relax without the need to come up with any road conversation while they drove. The dogs were all curled up and sleeping as the music wasn't loud and didn't disturb them in the back.
In the Sprinter running next in the caravan, Goldberg and Margolis were listening to Benny Goodman's "Sing Sing Sing" and they had the volume pumped up. Both of them liked it loud and the mirror was vibrating from the bass.
"The best three-minute song ever recorded," shouted Goldberg.
"Baby, with Krupa's drum solo it runs about five minutes," shouted Margolis back at him.
"Details, details," shouted Goldberg.
As the music faded, Goldberg said, "I've got to thank Scarborough for this sound system. Outstanding."
"I wonder who he was," said Margolis.
"I have no idea. Maybe he was some stoner who ran marijuana out of Mexico."
"No chance. With a truck this loud he would have been busted before he ever got out of Texas."
"What do you know about running drugs," asked Goldberg.
"Nothing but if I were going to do it I think it would be better to look like Uncle George and Aunt Harriet going to a tent revival," replied Margolis.
"I don't think talking about how to smuggle drugs is going to carry us all the way to Kentucky. How are the dogs doing?"
"They're all cuddled up in a big pile back there. The music doesn't seem to affect them," she replied.
"That must mean play some more," said Goldberg.
"Baby, I found some CDs in the glove box. I guess Scarborough must have forgotten them. There's one here by someone named lefty Unplugged and it's hand-lettered like Scarborough burned the CD himself. Do you want to try that one?"
"I'm always up for something new," said Goldberg. "Let's hear it."
Campbell and Sweeney weren't saying much and they just looked at each other and smiled every so often. They hadn't been seeing each other for all that long but they were already comfortable not saying anything to each other and they were happy to be together and rolling toward something that seemed like it would be very special.
And so the miles rolled away, everyone relaxed more and more. It was past prime season for camping so there weren't many people in the camp sites and they didn't have to face any questions about just how these dogs came to start talking. The dogs spent most of their time sleeping except for when one or other of them would come forward to get some air from the window. So it went for the first two days and nights but things got a bit more animated on the last day when they would arrive in Kentucky.
The third day started early, just like the ones before, and they were on the road not long after daybreak. Not long after that, Harrison's walkie talkie crackled as Goldberg opened the connection.
"Breaker one nine, breaker one nine," said Goldberg.
"That's CB trucker talk, Steve, and I don't see any big rigs," replied Harrison.
"Have you heard the news this morning, Boss," asked Goldberg.
"Not yet. Gill and I have been doing a crash course in techniques for managing DNA recombination."
"I'm sorry I've been missing that as I would like to take that course too. The news is taking a highly dismal course. It looks like Washington really outdid itself this time."
"I will take a listen when Gill and I take the next break," said Harrison.
"Ten four, Boss," said Goldberg.
Harrison clicked in again and said, "We are about four hours from my parents' spread. My preference is to go straight through. Respond back if you want to discuss it."
The walkie talkie went silent and Harrison settled into the last leg of the trip.
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