Road Trip...Up and Back

Now it’s been sometime since I got a “Road Trip” request like the one that came on Sunday…See I was just chilling out and reading my notes on Face Book (FB) when I saw a post from one of my Howard University (HU) cuties “Road Rage” asking if anyone could roll up to NYC with her to pick up Robin and Tonto and head back the same day.

Well Black Hawk being who he is decided to forgo my afternoon plans of going to a Kickball Picnic at the park and thru is offering out there to make the road trip with her. So after going to church and receiving the word…Road Rage and I coordinated our meet up and subsequent road trip.

You see Black Hawk wanted to go just to get out of this area…I feel like I can’t really be at peace as long as Native American is still rolling around my area…the thought of running into her and not knowing what I would do is pretty damn stressful…Even though we were going up to her part of the country she was still here so I was good with this.

So Black Hawk got home from church (service was GREAT!!) and rested up a little before printing out directions to Road Rages place and hitting the road. My plan was to leave early so that we could get to NYC and grab something to eat. Keep in mind all the places that I know are places that Native American has taken me, but still no chance of her being there so I was good.

Well I headed out to Road Rages place and shit she lives out in nowhere land so it took me about and hour to get there…wasn’t that concerned as we had plenty enough time…Got to ROAD RAGE place and guess what some Latin lovelies were moving into her apartment complex…this was a prelude of things to come for Black Hawk as you know I’m preparing for some major moves…but I digress…ROAD RAGE came to the door and of course you know how us HU folks are…we just age fine!! We gave each other hugs and proceeded to hit the road.

Now ROAD RAGE failed to tell me that we would be driving in her custom designed SUV…complete with a phantom radio, some times drivers side window, and a no entry/exit right passenger side door…LMAO!! But I must say the damn car is excellent on GAS!! So ROAD RAGE hoped in the driver’s side and me in the pax side and we proceeded to head out (well first she had to stop by the rental office to pay her rent).

We made a stop at the gas station so ROAD RAGE could pick up some things and that’s when Black Hawk found out that ROAD RAGE smokes (awwww damn I thought) with me being asthmatic and all this would not be good. Yet to my surprise ROAD RAGE was very tight with her shit…she never popped a cancer stick in the car and didn’t smell like cigarettes like so many other people I know that tokes a smoke…

Now ROAD RAGE earned her nickname because it didn’t take a second for it to come out…ROAD RAGE has a mouth on her that would make Chris Rock stutter…But I must say she is an overall good driver…As we started down the road Black Hawk proceeded to lay out the details of the past 2 years with Native American. ROAD RAGE sat there and took all this in and what was most astonishing is that she just listened.

I was contemplating how much I would share with ROAD RAGE and in the end I held nothing back…even the wrong that I played in this sordid tale of Love and War…there were times during my long story that I felt stupid and ashamed to call myself a Howard Man…but that’s what “Love” will do to a man. In the end ROAD RAGE laid it out to me plain and simple…I was dumb for the shit that I had put up with and should have noticed the psycho tendencies of Native American sometime ago. I should have revealed up-front my status, but once it was found out then Native American should have played her role better.

To my surprise ROAD RAGE was a perfect person to comment on this sordid relationship as she has some saga going on herself. ROAD RAGE read Native American up and down and she was right on with her assessment…as she says “one stalker recognizes another stalker”…LMAO

We talked about different aspects of her and my stories all the way to NYC…we ended up getting to the airport to pick up Robin and Tonto around 10:00 p.m. (flight was scheduled to arrive around 10:39 p.m.) so we had no time to grab a bite to eat)…we stopped in NJ to change drivers as ROAD RAGE has a fear of going over bridges…while we stopped Black Hawk and to clear is sack on the side of the road (which ROAD RAGE was embarrassed by…smile) but when a man has to go he has to go…

Robin and Tonto’s flight came in and they were so happy to see each other…we packed up the car and started our long ride back…the boys were in the back and by the time we it the GW bridge they were knocked out…

Now what happened next was unreal…see we were suppose to be going back across the Verrazano Bridge which would have put us as at exit 13 on the NJ Turnpike, but as it turned out we made a wrong turn and ended up on the Harlem River drive…

ROAD RAGE was not sure where we were but once I saw E135 St. I new exactly where we were…see Native American lived on e146th and Convent St. before moving down to MD/VA area. I was very familiar with the area after having made many trips up and back for the first year of our relationship. It was very strange to pass the street that she lived on. I must say it brought back happy memories because we really had good times in that place!!!

ROAD RAGE said something to me that I will remember from here on out…”Come out of your past and step into your future”…she didn’t know it at the time but it really stuck with me…

I must say ROAD RAGE is a good driver but a crappy pax…lol…ROAD RAGE proceeded to try and instruct me on how to drive…luckily I’m not a sensitive person or there would have been some fireworks going on in that vehicle…lol…

Once I got us across the bridges and onto the turnpike we stopped once so ROAD RAGE could get a sugar fix and gas up…she then took the wheel and Black Hawk tried to catch some zzz’s (which I did)…ROAD RAGE got us all the way back to MD before Blackhawk took us in and we talked about our HU days and who this and that was (well I talked she listened as I know she was tired)…but one thing that never came up again was Native American…

We pulled up to ROAD RAGE place about 4:00 a.m. unloaded the vehicle and went inside…ROAD RAGE offered me a spot on the futon, but I declined and decided to take the 1hour drive back to my spot as I wanted 2 be home when my kids got up…I figured I’ve deprived them of so many other mornings over the past year when I wasn’t home that during this last week that we will be together they deserve to see me now.

ROAD RAGE believes that it was I who was doing her a favor but in the end it was me who needed this much more…THANX ROAD RAGE!!!!