Road runnin'

Ya know those days when you are anywhere but in your car? Mentally, I mean. You really ARE in the car but are on autopilot.

I have many days like those. Past and present.

One, when I still lived in the country, I had gone to town to get gas. No biggie. But for some reason gettin' on the On Ramp to get on the highway to get home was for me, a big deal that is. .

I come out of the station, look left to make sure no one is coming. Oh, let me mention, my oldest son is with me. SO HEAVEN FORBID WILL I EVER LIVE THIS DOWN.

I get on the service road to come home. I'm yakkin' away. (For those of you bloggin' friends, I do that a lot. Sometimes I even get told to BREATHE.) So I'm just runnin' my mouth and I realize that I have past the On Ramp MARKINGS. NOT THE ACTUAL ON RAMP, just the MARKINGS, mind you. Just the white outlines of the ramp.

I calmly JERK the car over the whole triangle of city ti-, uh, those little marker thingys that shine at night and are square, that sound like a card in the bike spokes, and get on the highway.

Of course, my oldest, is swearin' he has whiplash from the jerkin' of the car. WHATever.

We get home and he tells everyone, then and now, how I went through the grass median, jumped the curbs to finally get on the highway, all the while slingin' him around like a Raggedy Andy doll. Of course, as he is retellin' this story he is flippin' and floppin' all over like we were off roadin'. Please. I had a Mazda 626. It does NOT off road. It DOES fly. But it DIES when it FLIES.

This all comes to mind because one day this week. I actually missed my exit to come to work. I was following the car in front of me. (NO! I was not tailgating. Promise. I did that when I was younger. Like last year. No really, it's been at least, what, 6 weeks ago, when I did that?)

I missed it so bad, that if I had tried to take it anyway, I would have gone off the overpass, flying like a speed racer, jumpin' all them tractors at a fair. I know from experience that goin' off a road at full speed does not end well.

So I had to take the alternative route. Down the Interstate. Yuk. KrAzY drivers go on the Interstate! They are always causin' accidents! I think some of them actually TRY to jump over cars on the Interstate. There are even some that just jump INTO traffic. (Someone must have taken their Mama waaay too serious when she told them to go play in traffic.)(I used to tell my kids that, they thought it was safer sometimes than dealin' with me.)

In my neck of the woods, we call missin' your exit, takin' the scenic route. So if you want to ride with me, make sure you allow for extra time, cuz ya just never know until the last minute which route we could be takin'.

We fly by the seat of our pants, uh, cars, at my house.

Cheers ya'll!

Kackle any today? Do it! Justa little! It'sa big stress reliever!!