“I got this new radio,” I told my best friend Jimmy, as he got into the car just before we left for our second trans-continental run from Atlanta to Orange County, California.
“Man, it’s got AM, FM, XM, a CD player and on this memory stick, I have 5000 songs.”
“No shit?” he said. “Let me see that thing.”
I handed him the memory stick.
“Now we can ride 5,000 miles and never hear the same song twice,” I said as I grabbed the memory stick from his hand and shoved it into the USB port in the console.
We played the music until we got to our first stop just outside of Knoxville, Tennessee. I know what you are thinking – why were they going to Knoxville to get to Southern California? Well, we went to Chicago first and then turned left to get to California. We were hungry for a Chicago hot dog; after all, we had four days to get there so there was no big rush.
It took us a little more than three hours to get to that first stop, and that was about all the music we played on that trip. For the next 5,800 miles Jimmy and I just talked. Most of our fiends couldn’t believe that we talked all the way out to California and back, but that’s what best friends do.
People who know Jimmy and me asked us many times how we could stand to be cooped up in a Mustang convertible with the top down – only one foot apart – for 10 days and 6,000 miles, many of the miles through scorching desert temperatures well over 100 degrees, lost about half the time. That is what best friends do.
I was talking to Jimmy yesterday, while we moved some furniture into his house, about our three trips to and through Southern California. We created great memories on each trip, and we will go again. I’d bet money on it.
That’s what best friends do.
Happy birthday Jimmy. God broke the mold when he designed you.
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