
There was four inches of snow on the hood; three empty bags of potato chips, a stuffed Dalmatian, and a Duane Reade bag filled with cough drops in the passenger’s seat; a can of WD-40, a windshield scraper, a “Best’s Kosher: I’m a Hot Dog” baseball hat, 5W-30 motor oil, an atlas, two daiquiri glasses, a towel, an Andre the Giant bobble-head, a gallon of anti-freeze, the top to a snow cone maker, and six beer bottles in the backseat; a metal briefcase with a handcuff attached, two jackets, one T-shirt, the bottom of a snow cone machine, one ski pole, a sleeping bag, an electric heater, a blaze orange hunting vest, a 32-piece tool set, some kind of metal fish, a pink wig, and a jack in the trunk.
Oh, and a full tank of gas.
And a pack of cigarettes.
Meaning, there’s no place Joaquin can’t go.
As Joaquin prepares to take to the road in 2006, tune in to powdermag.com to each week to review his cross-country odyssey from 2005.