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Home again, safe at last.
May. 13th, 2012 04:15 pmI'm going to have to give up road trips, they're too stressful! Yesterday I was just anxious because I have a metric ton of stuff to get done and no time to do it and instead I was spending the weekend on a road trip. Today I was just mostly in fear for my life.
We encountered a herd of stampeding Wildebeests, disguised as young men in garishly decked out, souped up, low-slung Hondas (six in total, as far as I could tell). These ridiculous children were drag racing on the turnpike. They would line up beside each other, blocking both lanes and going very slow to build up a nice empty highway in front of them, then take off. The second or third time they passed us while doing this, one of the drivers failed to properly judge his speed as he came back into traffic and actually rear-ended his racing buddy. Since this happened about two car-lengths in front of us, at speed on the highway, I'm very glad it was just a little tap and didn't turn into a full force accident. It was stressful enough as it was. Since we kept passing them and getting passed by them the entire four hours of the trip, it was a little stressful. Add to that the fact that there were a lot of tractor-trailers (which routinely scare the bejeebus out of me, just on principle) and I spent most of the trip in a high state of anxiety.
But now I'm home! I've got the laundry started and at some point this evening I'll pull out some random boxes of stuff that never got unpacked when I moved in here five years ago and sort out what I really want to keep and what is disposable.
We encountered a herd of stampeding Wildebeests, disguised as young men in garishly decked out, souped up, low-slung Hondas (six in total, as far as I could tell). These ridiculous children were drag racing on the turnpike. They would line up beside each other, blocking both lanes and going very slow to build up a nice empty highway in front of them, then take off. The second or third time they passed us while doing this, one of the drivers failed to properly judge his speed as he came back into traffic and actually rear-ended his racing buddy. Since this happened about two car-lengths in front of us, at speed on the highway, I'm very glad it was just a little tap and didn't turn into a full force accident. It was stressful enough as it was. Since we kept passing them and getting passed by them the entire four hours of the trip, it was a little stressful. Add to that the fact that there were a lot of tractor-trailers (which routinely scare the bejeebus out of me, just on principle) and I spent most of the trip in a high state of anxiety.
But now I'm home! I've got the laundry started and at some point this evening I'll pull out some random boxes of stuff that never got unpacked when I moved in here five years ago and sort out what I really want to keep and what is disposable.
