The freeway was in sight of American Bandstand. Yep, looked like traffic was backed up already, so I began to take an alternate route. Then the radio station I was listening to did a traffic report. They said there was an accident and a backup right where I was going. Sure enough, there was. Looks like alternate route Number Three shall go into effect. Needless to say, I was feeling quite uneasy. Daggone it, if only I wasn't so interested in winning a lifesize Clay, I could have avoided rush hour and gotten to Kemper in plenty of time to win front row tickets. But NO, I just HAD to be greedy. I wanted the lifesize Clay AND the front row tickets. Well, this is one time when I took a risk, but unfortunately I didn't make the lifesize Clay my own, and now I was jeopardizing the front row tickets.
While I was driving like a maniac, my wife was nagging me to slow down, watch out for the trucks, don't hit anyone, etc. She always nags me when I drive, so why should this be any different. I simply said, "Honey, I know I'm driving fast. But, if I don't, I'm going to miss out on those front row tickets. So, please don't nag me now, or I won't be able to concentrate." Of course she asked, "But what if a cop stops you?" Well, sometimes you just HAVE to take a chance. And I wasn't about to miss out on my chance to see the REAL CLAY close up. So, I zipped back to where I started from, and then trekked northward on a side road. It was now about 5:30. I should have BEEN there by now. Daggone that lifesize Clay, anyways!!
Well, as luck would have it, there were no more traffic problems, and I was able to zip on through. By the time I hit the freeway again, most of the traffic was going the other way. So, it was on to Kemper, and believe it or not, I got there about 5:45. I even paid the higher price to park in the closer lot so I could save about five minutes of valuable Clay Shirt time. I forked over the ten, and went straight to my parking spot. I grabbed the stuff, told my wife I'd meet her at the big tent that said MIX 93 on it. You see, my wife is a very slow walker, and I had to forge ahead, with T-shirts and posters in hand.
STAY TUNED FOR PART SIX - THE KELLY URICH ENCOUNTER