Can't Put A Price on Education
By Erik Cagle
Chevy Cavalier? That's it? No Dodge Intrepid? How about a Chrysler Sebring?
"The Cavalier has a CD player," noted Sarah, the Enterprise rental rep, as I finalized travel plans for the trip to RIT for the Heidelberg Web Press Lab dedication.
That was all she needed to say. Seven hours in a car, at the mercy of radio stations adorning northeastern Pennsylvania and upstate New York, would be wholly intolerable. When the only discernable tune is "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias, road rage kicks into high gear and you end up sitting in a fetal position in a field somewhere around Homer, NY. Thus, driving to Rochester and RIT solo would not be so bad with the disc player.
And what a dreadfully boring ride it was, with nothing but rolling hills and purple majestic mountains as far as the eye can see (which is not far when you're trying to sustain 75 mph on winding highways). Some of the dropoffs were breathtaking, so it was important to keep eyes on the road, except to change CDs.
I wanted to be entertained. Fancy billboards, neon signs, bright flashing lights, juggling clowns riding unicycles. . .this was too much nature to handle. Then, just south of Syracuse, was a hand-scrawled sign informing interlopers that they were passing through Onondaga Nation Territory. A real Indian reservation! Wouldn't it be neat to see arrows bouncing off the windshield? My grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee, so perhaps I'd be spared the consequences of treading on sacred ground with a mid-sized automobile.
Finally, some eye candy. The Carrier Dome in Syracuse. Whee!
Upon arriving at the hotel, I found my room boasted a view of Five Star Tool Co. And, apparently, the runway for Rochester International Airport ended but yards from my window.