The drive home from my parents did not go quite as smoothly as the drive up.
– The windshield cracked from side to side. No provocation, no rock, no bullets, just “Pop!” and a three foot crack. It wasn’t as exciting as Agatha Christie’s similar The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side, which is probably a good thing.
– A courteous Ohio State Trooper handed me my first ever speeding ticket. I earned it – he caught me coasting downhill doing a peppy 68 in a 55. Could we blame the ticket on too many episodes of Top Gear over Christmas? Sadly, no. I was just admiring the scenery while listening to a classic novel on CD, power sliding and speed records not even on my radar. Radar. Heh. heh..get it?…never mind.
– There were two stand-on-the-brakes-and-skid-down-the-road moments – one to avoid a car turned the wrong way on the highway, and one to avoid a lop-eared hound dog ambling amiably across the interstate.
Hiccups or not, I love driving, road trips, and the beautiful scenery along the way.