Flat Tony’s 24-Hour Dash
The night before we left Florida for our new home in Texas, morale was at an all time low. We were exhausted from packing and stacking boxes. This Magna Doodle sketch sums up the prevailing sentiments. (Just to be clear, that’s Florida in the lower right hand corner – drawing courtesy of my 11-year old daughter).
Then to our surprise Flat Tony arrived all the way from Tasmania to make the road trip with us! (this was before his new makeover)
The trip started out on a bright beautiful day as we bid farewell to our old house around 7 am.
Space was tight so Flat Tony squeezed into the back of the van with the luggage. As you can see, the kids had to squeeze in next to the luggage also.
We drove non-stop for hours. In the afternoon we stopped for fast food at Chick Fil-A. Flat Tony has a very healthy appetite for such a petite fellow.
But more than food, he can really hold his liquids. Remember it’s important to keep hydrated, especially on long trips.
We did a lot of eating and drinking in the car too. Flat Tony, don’t drink that all at once, or you know what will happen!
*Sigh* I’m not one to say I told you so, but… Ok, hurry up, we’ll be waiting in the van.
We made the entire 1,385 miles in approximately 24 hours without any sleep stops. (Distance courtesy of Google maps) Whoever wasn’t driving tried to sleep in preparation for their turn.
The kids didn’t sleep well either: one said she felt sorry for us drivers since we had to drive the whole way. The other said she stayed awake to make sure we didn’t fall asleep at the wheel and drive everyone off a bridge. Confidence levels run high around here. I think we all slept a little.
Luckily Flat Tony didn’t need any sleep and was there to lend a hand and take the wheel. I wonder, is a Tasmanian driver’s license legal in Texas? Does Flat Tony even have a Tasmanian driver’s license? Oh well, that’s water under the bridge.
It was a long tiring trip. At times things got a bit sketchy as evidenced by this picture taken about 3 am just outside of Houston, Texas. Hey Flat Tony, I thought you were driving! What are you doing dancing on the dash-board?
At some point around 7 am the next morning we made it into Austin. Yay, finally! You can see the wear and tear on Flat Tony as we cross a bridge over Lake Austin (he’s separating from his cardboard backing).
Thanks for making the trip all the way with us from door to door, Flat Tony. Do you mind helping us carry in the luggage?
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