Hubby once drove Highway One in a Forest Service fire truck when he realized he'd just been passed
by one of his own wheels!
He very carefully throttled down a little and had to drive several miles till he found a place to pull over. Fortunately he had enough other wheels to cover the missing one.
Kat, the Army actually has a "we overpaid you but it would be a real hardship to pay back exception". Any chance the district has something similar?
Jesus, Kat, that's insane.
I am not my brother; he loves driving. It's just a part of my day. Sometimes it is even fun.
What in the world, Kat? That bites.
I love flying. I love driving. I love transport of pretty much all kinds. I like the idleness, watching the world fly past my windows. I like the sense of anticipation, destination, departure, arrival.
I like transitional spaces in general. Being in my van isn't being anywhere, it's just going. And sometimes I like going better than getting there.
I also like the deep conversations that it seems isn't possible to have outside of really long road trips where you've been on the highway for so long and you're road-weary and bored and you've already talked about all the normal things you can.
Then you're somehow allowed to talk about other, more esoteric things. More personal things. I love that.
I have big control issues, and yet I'm fine with flying. And driving.
Then you're somehow allowed to talk about other, more esoteric things. More personal things. I love that.
Yeah. When I was in high school, most of my really intense conversations with friends and my GF took place while driving.
That sucks, Kat. I'm so sorry.
"Happy animal fear that the sun will never come up again and attempts to propitiate the gods to make it warmer!"
That's what I say to everyone.
That or "Happy Let's Kill Something to Make the Sun Come Up! Don't eat the bean!"