At 5:30 in the morning I stepped out of the hotel in
Crossville into an incredibly dense fog.
Slowly and cautiously I crawled onto the Interstate just a few blocks
away, unable to see anything beyond 30-40 feet. Even though I am a Tiger, I must admit it was a little
frightening as I crawled along I-40 west, grateful for the occasional respite
from the fog when I could see perhaps 100 feet ahead of me. About 30 minutes into the drive my new
friend appeared, an 18-wheeler that was traveling at a speed consistent with
the conditions. I quickly fell in
behind him and proceeded to be his puppy for the next 2 hours. On several occasions another car would
get between us, much to my dismay, but their relationship with the fog friend
lacked the commitment of my own. As we approached the Briley Parkway in
Nashville I was prepared to say goodbye, but to my delight my friend proceeded
onto the parkway, and I followed him until the approach to I-24 where I lost
him in another cloud of dense fog.
But from Crossville to Nashville, the driver of that 18-wheeler was my
best fog friend forever.
I made it on my own from Nashville to the KY line, where the
fog finally dissipated and I enjoyed a peaceful drive through Kentucky farmland
bejeweled with autumn colors.
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