Dave arrived to my house at 9:30 a.m. We packed my stuff into his car and were on the road to Atlantic City by 10 a.m. The first half of the drive is a path well traveled by Dave and I as we take it every year to the Strongsville vintage show. So the drive from Chicago to Cleveland was typical. Lots of road construction on the I294 around Chicago then into Indiana. Once past the road construction, it was smooth sailing to Cleveland. We assumed every car on the road was heading to the National.
I think it was just after Cleveland or once we got into Pennsylvania where we had some issues. We came upon some road construction where traffic abruptly stopped. Up ahead there was nothing but break lights. Dave was able to stop the car. However, there was a speeding semi-truck behind us, who was unable to stop and had to drive up on the shoulder to avoid slamming into the back of our car. That was scary!
Eventually the truck got back behind us and we were stuck in the construction traffic for quite a while. At one point Dave was fiddling with his seat belt and did not move fast enough for the trucker so the A-Hole started honking at us. First he almost killed us then had the audacity to honk at us because we weren't moving fast enough to only stop again in traffic just up ahead. I hope karma gets that guy!
We took I76 into Pennsylvania which was new terrain for both of us. I have previously driven through Pennsylvania on I80 but never I76. This was Dave's first time in Pennsylvania and he was looking forward to the scenery which did not disappoint. I do not remember Pennsylvania being so mountainous.
Seemed like we were in mountains the whole way to Philadelphia. Twisty, turny roads, some along cliffs. Lots of trucks. Seemed like most of the vehicles on the road were large trucks. At one point, we were in the left lane and a truck in the right lane just starting coming over into our lane. I let out a yelp. The truck came inches within striking our car before pulling back into the right lane. WFT! These truckers suck!!!
We drove a while into the night but pulled off because the trucks just made driving a nightmare. We stopped at a Taco Bell in Bedford, Pa., then got a room at a Super 8 nearby. I carried my cards into the room, which was a hassle because we were on the second floor and there was no elevator. The parking lot was well lit but I don't think I would have been able to sleep with my cards exposed in the car all night.
I fell asleep watching Godfather II on TV. Day one of the National Trip was in the books. I was thankful I was still alive after some harrowing experiences with psycho truck drivers.