Shelby has taught me how to speak Waffle House, and I put it to use this morning as I walked into one. There was an open spot at the counter between a woman and a long haired guy, so I slid on in.

The waitress came up quickly and I said I wanted double hash browns, smothered (cheese), covered (onions), with chili, and two eggs over easy. I sensed the woman to my left shift her gaze in my direction, obviously impressed with my vocabulary. Or maybe it was my nails.

After a few seconds I turned towards her, and saw this beautiful young woman, with amazing tits. As I looked further down the counter I saw her young daughter, and her handsome husband. You're a lucky man sir!

It's been a great return ride so far. I worked the diagonal Northwest from I75, into Alabama, onto I65, and I've landed at a Rest Area South of Birmingham, at 1830, a hundred and ninety three miles from home.

My sweet little truck is running great, I don't know how I could have doubted her...