Apparently, I'm of two minds about road-tripping. When I'm behind the wheel, I love them. I like feeling the road vibrate under my fingers. I like rolling the window down and turning the music up. I feel relaxed. I can keep one eye on the road and the other on the signs, watching for something interesting and unusual.
But when I'm in anything other than the driver's seat, I loath travel by car. It's cramped. It's either too hot or too cold. Everything flies past the window faster than my eyes can see it. I don't want to stop anywhere. I just want to get to where I'm going.
Of course, when the Oz at the end of the yellow brick road looks like this:
there's no good reason to not be in a hurry. It's almost worth the nights spent on the rollaway bed. Thank goodness for vacation!
1 comment:
Omigosh...that is so true! I love to drive, but riding in the passenger seat just isn't as much
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