So I did my run to Mansfield just as I do six nights a week and then headed home after an uneventful night, now just to fill in those who don’t know I take Route 30 from Canton (where I pick up the papers) to Mansfield (where I drop off the papers). Then after a stop at the Route 30 east bound rest area I jump on I-71 North and take that to 224 east and take that to I-77 south and that’s how I get home.
Ok now that the back story in done, so I was on 224 on my way back and thought “you know I’ve never been on 224 east past Canton road I wonder where it goes”, so like the dumb ass I am I just keep going. Well at first it was going fine I had my GPS on so I could see everything ahead of me and I was following the 224 signs with out any problems and for an hour to an hour and a half I just kept seeing the signs then one sign said 224&17 this way, so I turn and follow the signs then the 224 signs disappeared and I can only see 17 signs. At this point I figure 17 and 224 are the same and I’ll just follow 17, then I saw the sign saying I was entering Youngstown… shit, so I keep going (remember I’m a dumb ass) and follow 17 through an area that would make 6Th street in downtown canton look like nothing, and of course 17 dead ends into another street with no markings what so ever…again shit.
Well I just turned around and hit the home button on the GPS since they don’t have a button that says “GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” and it had me get onto I-80 west. So I followed the directions that I was given by the GPS and wondered if it was messing with me since it had me head in north, but apparently I know nothing about I-80 since some how I-80 merged with I-76 and went towards Akron and 224, which then led to I-77. So instead of getting home after the run around 1:30 A.M I ended up getting home at 4:35 A.M., and yes I looked at my watch when I got home, then called myself a dumb ass. Now for the best part, the run to and from Mansfield is about 150 miles, I did my mileage as I do every night and then subtracted the mileage on the car from what I should have driven and I did exactly an extra 150 miles! So I did and extra trips worth of driving for no damn reason.
So the moral of the story is if I say want to go for a drive with me just say no, since I don’t pull over for a bathroom unless I have to go REALLY bad, and I’m to stubborn to turn around and go back the way I came (most of the time, I have don’t that a few times).
So now I ask who wants to go for a ride?
So I finally got my GPS mounted back in my car and I decided that I was going to find out how I messed up when I got lost a few nights ago. So after I got back home from Mansfield I went to 62 and headed to 44, and then headed towards Louisville just as I had last time. Well when the GPS promoted me to turn right I looked up and saw that there was a two signs with arrows saying 172 this way… Yep I’m blind and just didn’t see the signs, all I can figure out is I hit that light at a green light and was watching traffic instead of watching the signs, at least that’s the story I’m going with since it makes me look less stupid.
Less stupid, instead of not stupid, at least I’m being realistic. So don’t give me shit dirty one, you know who you are. Hint it starts with “G” and ends with “enta”, I’m not even going to try to spell the full name as I believe you’ve asked me not to. By the way dirty one get your ass back here, oh and by the way speedway boy’s laptop died, it got a bad case of the blue screen of death so if you want to contact him you’ll have to figure out how to text him from there (google SMS or skype SMS?) other wise if you need to get a massage to him send it through me for now and if I’m some what slobber or not completely lost in the deliverance of Ohio I’ll get the message to him. P.S. I’m on the pilots sleep aid right now, benadryl and beer (Killian’s Irish Red – A.K.A. the good stuff and not the piss water bud, or miller), that was told to me by an actual pilot I used to work with…that was what he did when he couldn’t sleep EVEN WHEN HE WAS ON CALL! Needless to say I never took him up on his offer to take me with him on a flight. Oh by the way he works for a major airline now…no I’m not joking…thank you for choosing (airlines name) and enjoy your zzzzzzzzzz your flight.
Ok so the back story is when I was in high school I had to drive out to alliance two times a week for tutoring, and instead of taking Route 62 I had to take back roads since the truck I was driving at the time didn’t do well at highway speeds, in other words it was an old beater truck and would stall at 55 mph.
So after I got done with the Mansfield run tonight I decided I wanted to see if I could remember how to get to alliance on the back roads now that I have a car that can handle everything, so I did it and remembered every twist and turn and made it the without any problems. Then I jumped on Route 62 towards canton and started my way home, and as I was driving I saw the sign for Louisville and remembered a former coworker at castle living there and telling me how nice it was, so I jumped off 62 and took the 44 exit to Louisville. Now 44 is supposed to lead to east canton which in on route 30 and I know that part just fine, well if you look at the map it says it’s a strait shot…BULL SHIT! The signs said to turn here then turn there all to follow 44 south, ok well some how I ended up totally lost and roaming around back roads like 183, 800, and may that weren’t even marked. I tried to stop and ask directions but every gas station I stooped at was closed until I found a speedway, well I go in tell the lady I’m lost and trying to get back to canton and she has no idea how to get there and that her husband drives her every where so she had no idea…great. So I ask to look at one of the maps and she says ok, I looked at the map and found my was back. So I get on the road and sure as shit the map was wrong after I got to the point I couldn’t remember how to get back, so I just tried to find my way on some more back roads and finally ended up in Magnolia and found a sign that said alliance 25 miles this way. So I started that way thinking I would get there and then jump on 62 AGAIN and go home, well then the road dead ended into another road and I was stuck till I saw a sign a little ways down the road that I was dead ended into saying north 43. So I turned and head north on 43 hoping I was remembering right that it would go to canton, and sure enough after some time and alot of self doubt I saw the sigh for route 30 and was able to get home.
So after all this I was on the road lost for over an hour and a half and I managed to put 93 extra worthless miles on my car. So I’ve decided that until I can get my GPS mounted back in my car I won’t being going on any more stupid trips where I could get completely lost. Oh and by the way speaking of GPS I forgot I have a 30 day free trial GPS system on my phone and didn’t realize this till I was back in canton, I’m a dumb ass. Sacajawea I’m not, more like Christopher Columbus get lost going the completely wrong way and keep going the wrong way over and over and over till you just way well this has to be it…again I’m a dumb ass.