In life there are those quirky moments you remember simply because they’re quirky. I was traveling to Fernandina Beach with Rebecca. She was playing tunes with Wes Goode at The Green Turtle. I was doing a bit of work while she drove when I saw the truck. Right in front of us. The back had a slogan: “best coffee on the interstate.” I realized I was drinking the same kind of coffee the truck was advertising.
I needed that coffee. College basketball wore me out. Talk about ‘First World Problems’, right?
A few months back, during our familiar travels on I-95, I discovered Pilot stations had made their ground coffee available in bags. I’ve always liked the taste of their coffee, but I only drink brewed coffee from an interstate stop if I’m desperate. I like to make it myself. Pour it into a Yeti and the brew will stay warm for hours. Anyway, when I saw those bags of Pilot coffee, I got a little giddy. I bought several. On the return trip I bought several more. People gave me some strange looks.
I have to say of all the coffee available, Pilot’s is at the top. Other good places for coffee on the interstate are Waffle House and McDonalds. As a matter of fact, coffee is the only thing I’ll buy from McDonalds. Hardee’s has good coffee too, but my top two preferences would be Pilot and Waffle House.
Sunday shows are tough because Sunday is ordinarily a day of rest in our home. Just before Rebecca and I left for Fernandina, I brewed some of that Pilot coffee for the ride.
Once we got to The Green Turtle, Rebecca and Wes dove into their sets and everyone had a fantastic time. In another quirk, those two managed to near-simultaneously break a guitar string. I was sitting close enough to see those strings pop. What are the odds?
It was also a nice surprise to have Mike Hamilton come up to do photos. Mike is a great resource for indie artists in our area, and he most definitely has a good eye for light and composition. He covers the indie music scene in North Florida in a way no one ever has.
We headed back home that night after a great show, and as it was when we traveled north, traffic was light as we traveled south. I got to bed around 1 a.m., and had it not been for that Pilot coffee earlier, I’d likely have been snoozing in the passenger seat. Those Pilot trucks with the slogan on the back are a very smart advertising move. Next time the screen on my car dash asks me if I need a rest, complete with an image of coffee, I’ll head for the Pilot. Or Waffle House.
(Kay B. Day/April 9, 2019)