I live in Bakersfield, California. Something that people often say about Bakersfield is that "there's nothing to do," which can be true, at times, but usually I'll hear many of those same people quickly follow that comment up with, "but it's really close to everything else." Well, I haven't quite figured out how to stay bored in Bakersfield and am not sure what "everything else" is, but I got a good glimpse at it over this past weekend.
Last weekend, I went to see my grandparents in Gardnerville, Nevada; a small town adjacent to Minden, Nevada which itself is a few miles from Carson City, Nevada. All of which is relatively close to Reno, Nevada. Well, enough with this geography lesson, but know that from my driveway to my grandparents' driveway, it's about a 7 hour drive.
I first noticed that I was entering a time warp because my cell phone stopped working. I was driving along Highway 58, not even to Tehachapi, talking to my mom (yes, I do call her and email her often, but I am not a momma's boy) when the cell service just died. When my mom finally heard from me a few days later, she referred to it as simply getting cutoff, but I know that this was the start of the time warp. The cell service would come and go intermittently, making it useless to make any phone calls as I made the long trek via Highway 395.
Having given up on my cell phone, I turned to my trusty satellite radio. Certainly XM would not forsake me. I didn't think it was possible, but even XM had reception issues on those back roads through such thriving metropolises as Lone Pine, Big Pine and the big city, Bishop. I guess that I was not meant to listen to ESPN Radio for 7 straight hours (which I might have done just because I could.) So, instead I went through the six compact discs in the changer in my car. It ranged from comedy to Disney classics to Broadway hits to country music. I couldn't help but sing along. Mind you, these were mp3 CDs, not audio CDs, so they were multiple full albums that I had burned onto one disc. Of course, all of this music contributed to the time warp, too. You see, the majority of the Disney and Broadway music that I was singing along with was from the 1990's. Such music as from Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King (movie and stage), The Little Mermaid, Pocahontas Hercules and Mulan.
After giving up on the cell phone and submitting to the musical forces that are Andrew Lloyd Webber ("Phantom of the Opera") and Walt Disney Studios, I found myself cruising through Bridgeport, California, crooning "If I Can't Have Her" and "I'll Make a Man Out of You," as well as various tunes from "Phantom." Okay, I didn't sing all of these in Bridgeport, the town is not THAT big, but I did stop there to use the restroom, so I sang the two I actually named while there. And yes, the two local citizens looked at me a bit funny, but they had to run back-and-forth between the various gas stations and eateries that they were manning that day, so they didn't have much time to be all that puzzled.
I continued on my way, mile after mile seemed to stack up. My car and I were enjoying the scenery of Topaz Lake and the mountains, but were growing weary and ready to just chill for the night. Of course, it was early afternoon, so it was too early to do any of that, but I was tired nonetheless. About an hour after leaving Bridgeport, and approximately 23 songs later, I arrived at my destination.
I walked into my grandparents' house, nothing seems to have changed since the last time I was there. Some of the photos have been updated since I was last there, but for the most part, everything is as it was when they first moved to Gardnerville in the mid-1990's. Even the room that I'll sleep in that night will have changed very little since the house was first inhabited by my grandparents (the first owners of the home.) I am nearly certain the alarm clock next to the bed I'll sleep in is older than I am. I half believe that the VCR might only play BetaMax tapes (this is not actually the case, it only plays VHS.) As I enter the living room to greet my grandfather, I see that one of the two channels that we'll watch that weekend is on: AMC. The other channel is Turner Classic Movies ("They don't have commercials!" I am assured by my grandfather.) After setting my luggage in my room, I return to the living room and am told to sit down, we have a Gene Hackman movie marathon to partake in.
The marathon is broken up by a home-cooked dinner (Thank you, Grandma!) and attempts to print paperwork from the internet for my grandmother. She only has Adobe Reader 6.0, but we need to print something that will require a minimum of 7.0, so we go find 9.0 and try to download it. Doh! That's right! It's 1995 and the only thing available is AOL dial-up (remember when EVERYONE in America had AOL? Even I did, as recently as 1999.) Well, the Adobe Reader 9.0 files aren't exactly small and they're going to take a while to download. I try not to fall asleep in the process, but I do. It takes 5 hours to download these files. I hope that they let us print what we want. I also hope that Grandma doesn't pay for internet by the hour or for local phone service by the minute. Either way, I am sure it will all be worth it to Grandma and Grandpa, as it helped them print out some paperwork that was VERY important to them. Hurray! The install was a success!!

After breakfast, prepared by an awesome grandmother, we decided to go to The National Car Museum in Reno, Nevada. We saw some OLD cars there, too! It was awesome! Some of those cars make today's SUV's look economical. I was fascinated by the various cars, but took few photos, that is, until I saw the "celebrity" cars. And which celebrity car made me decide to start taking snapshots? You'll never guess: Grease Lightning!
Other cars that I saw that day, include this beauty from 2 Fast 2 Furious:

And this funky one from Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me:

Then we saw this amazing car, you might recognize it as something James Bond drove in Die Another Day:

We finished off the afternoon at the museum with an ice cream. Then we tooled around the mall for an hour or two, after which we had dinner at Outback Steakhouse in honor of my birthday (I turned 28 years old this year.) It was a good, long day. Luckily my grandfather drove that afternoon. My pedometer that night showed that I had walked 8 miles that day! Crazy, huh? It definitely made me feel better about eating the filet mignon for dinner. ;)
The weekend was capped off by a return trip to Bakersfield, during which I partook in many of the same festivities as on my way up there. Only this time, I sang a few hymns, too. It was Sunday after all.