Roadtrip (80's Kemper Style)

I remember at Kemper once when a friend asked me to take him home. I wasn't thrilled with the idea since it was about a 6 hour trip.

"Come on." he begged.
"50 bucks and you buy the gas." I said. (That was some money back in the day)
"Done."

So thats how I ended up giving Dennis a ride home to Illinois. We left Kemper late after everything was done, I'm thinking it was 5pm and the weather wasn't the best, but I wasn't worried. It was either late fall or early spring. (You'll see why I am remembering this as because of our current weather 7-10 inches of snow)
So off we went. I had mapped out the route, taking back roads once we left the interstate in a supposedly stupid thought that it would get us there faster. As we neared the Illinois border, the weather had changed. It was snowing. Nothing too bad, and I was used to driving in snow.

Once we crossed over we finally picked up another interstate that would shoot us into his hometown (I can't remember the name).

But what I do remember was that as we were driving (ok I was hauling butt, even with snow) we were coming up on this overpass. There were light poles and for some reason this is a very clear memory. There were no other cars around. And the road was either solid ice or solid snow and I remember there was no way to see the center line or either line on the edge of the road. And we were moving. Yeah we were dumb, young and full of it. Indestructible we thought. But I had a great car, low to the ground (1979 Buick Skyhawk, with a Roadhawk package!) I had owned this car for about 2 and half years so i was real familiar with it and when I climbed inside it was like sitting a cockpit as I had modified it. AM/FM Cassette (took out the 8-track player - I still smile when i think about that) equalizer, CB radio, new speakers, radar detector, and other little lights on the panel. And with the seatbelt pulled tight, the seat forward to better handle the foot controls, sunroof, hatchback full of cassette cases and luggage...all I can think was that we were heavy enough and lucky enough that we didn't spin out or die.

We made to his house and went to a club to find his girlfriend. I remember there was some radio station (104 something) as I got a button. I crashed on his couch and then drove back alone as he was going to get her to drive him back.
Great memory of the drive and trip and of course my car.

Love the snow.