Yep, I scheduled myself to drive a second day for Equinox. Just because I can, and it’s the holiday season.
First off, I had to fill the gas tank. It wasn’t empty, mind you, but I do like to have my car with a full tank on turkey delivery day. As I filled my Chevrolet with go-go juice, I noticed a man at another pump. He was dressed in camouflage gear. I still saw him. 😀
“What are you hunting today, good sir?” I asked.
“Deer. The other day I got a 7-point buck.”
“Well, best of luck to you.”
“You have a happy Thanksgiving.”
“And you as well,” I said, as the gas pump dripped its final drops into Dracourage’s tank.
This time, I had to pick up the dinners at B-Rad’s, a catering company in Lansingburgh. Okay, since they’re still making all the deliveries regional, I’ll probably drop off these meals in Cohoes or Watervliet or Green Island, or…
“You’re the first one here,” the organizer said.
“Yep. Ready to go.”
“Our rule is, first one in, farthest distance delivered. Here’s your meals for Petersburg.”
Okay. Petersburg. Eight families, 15 meals. I’m good with this.
Off we go. Charging up New York Route 2. GPS says to take a sharp left onto a country road.
And when they say country road, they mean it. Thankfully, the first three deliveries were all on this country road.
Five more to go. Back on Route 2. I take a quick glimpse at my phone to see how far I am from delivery four.
I look back up to the road. Quick brakes.
Just in time.
There was a deer in the middle of the road. Not a seven-point buck, mind you, most likely a doe or a faun that didn’t see very much traffic on Route 2 and tried to cross the street. The deer hopped one of the guardrails and skitted back into the woods.
Whew. Close call. Because, trust me, Chevrolet-versus-deer means smashed front hood and instant venison.
More deliveries. At one remote location, I brought the dinners up to the door. The elderly woman received the meals, and then tried to offer me $10. I politely told her no. The dinners were free, as was my delivery time.
But as I drove through the mountains from place to place, my BlackBerry’s battery was draining. The GPS (which might have stood for “Goddamn Power Soak”) took plenty of juice with every delivery. When I made the final drop-off, my phone was down to 9% of battery power. Yikes.
Luckily, I knew enough about my surroundings to make it to Route 2, and from Route 2 back to Troy, and from Troy back to Green Island, and from Green Island back to my comfy home. Dinners delivered (part 2), another successful delivery year in the books.
Much thanks to all the volunteers and organizers at Equinox for finding a safe, socially-distant way to keep this holiday tradition active.
Memo for 2021: If I have to go to the hill towns or to the boonies for another delivery, make damn sure I keep a battery charging backup for my phone.
Oh yeah, and a deer hunting license. Just in case I end up with a hood ornament on Dracourage.