Awww I'm glad the other driver was nice, sometime they aren't. Have you ever driven in San Antonio? Sometime the street veers off like a cow trail but it's full of history.
I'm with you on the crap car thing. My first car (AKA "the Deathmobile")was so ratty looking that people waiting FOR THE BUS would mock it as I drove by! And I couldn't blame them a bit either! And it's nice that the other driver was so friendly--wish more people were like that!
I love your "farm boy goes to the big city" tales. I can always picture you in these situations and feel like a youngster again. And I want to pat you on your boyish head and tell you that you are doing just fine. (See you turned out great.)
I'm with Mary about being old & lost. Constantly. And I do remember being young and moving to St Paul and finding out that some streets end at a lake and then take up again ON THE OTHER SIDE. WTF?!
Oh and the cars we used to be able to get away with! Remember being able to see the ground roll by beneath you? Just cover that with a bit of smelly carpet...or a piece of plywood if you are lucky enough to get that. I had a standard Pinto with just 1st and 4th gear. Wind it UP and slam it into 4th. The Screamer. And a huge Lincoln boat that was had for $50. Had to pull the weeds out of the engine. All it needed was a new battery. What a great score, huh? The Yacht. Hugs, Cin
I find myself feeling like that regularly riding up and around here in Omaha... good thing it is nice and clean... not to mention how nice everyone seems to be...
...yup, and this super hot summer really makes this story resonate with me...
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Awww I'm glad the other driver was nice, sometime they aren't. Have you ever driven in San Antonio? Sometime the street veers off like a cow trail but it's full of history.
I'm not too up on new & lost but old & lost I am very in touch with.
~Mary ooooxxoxoxoxxo
GPSs drive me NUTS. I used to deliver pizza. I can't fucking find anything.
CAN!! I CAN fucking find anything.
I'm with you on the crap car thing. My first car (AKA "the Deathmobile")was so ratty looking that people waiting FOR THE BUS would mock it as I drove by!
And I couldn't blame them a bit either!
And it's nice that the other driver was so friendly--wish more people were like that!
I love your "farm boy goes to the big city" tales. I can always picture you in these situations and feel like a youngster again. And I want to pat you on your boyish head and tell you that you are doing just fine. (See you turned out great.)
I'm with Mary about being old & lost. Constantly. And I do remember being young and moving to St Paul and finding out that some streets end at a lake and then take up again ON THE OTHER SIDE. WTF?!
Oh and the cars we used to be able to get away with! Remember being able to see the ground roll by beneath you? Just cover that with a bit of smelly carpet...or a piece of plywood if you are lucky enough to get that. I had a standard Pinto with just 1st and 4th gear. Wind it UP and slam it into 4th. The Screamer. And a huge Lincoln boat that was had for $50. Had to pull the weeds out of the engine. All it needed was a new battery. What a great score, huh? The Yacht.
Hugs,
Cin
You still read maps better than Alexis!
I am lucky that I am great with directions and maps, otherwise, it can be very frustrating.
I'm awful with maps, but I can figure out direction with the sun. If it's a cloudy day, I'm f**ked.
And I love the adventure of being new and lost. :)
I find myself feeling like that regularly riding up and around here in Omaha... good thing it is nice and clean... not to mention how nice everyone seems to be...
...yup, and this super hot summer really makes this story resonate with me...
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