Lessons learned today
- Yelling “Allons-y! J’ai besoin de faire un pipi! O la la!” at the top of your lungs while schussing 87mph through Penna. does not make cars get out of your way OR move NEXT REST AREA 20 MILES any closer
- Playing the “Okay, who farted?” game is a lot less challenging when you’re driving alone
- Salivating in anticipation over the buffet of Amerasians should only happen if you’re certain of the pectopah’s name. And are confident that ‘Amerasian Buffet’ is not simply the nickname a hotel employee punched into the hotel chain’s content management system. Since in fact it is not a buffet of Amerasians, but a buffet of kings. And it closes early today. (It’s crazy seafood special time at Red Lobster, folks!)
- Following your dad’s advice
Now please don’t be too aggressive on those sweet, sweet curves through Pennsylvania! Just gently clip the “apex” (what’s the plural of apex?) … straighten that twisty road right on out. Always be smooth, never jerky … as your car begins to settle down after coming through that curve add some power and just SAIL AWAY!
is optional, but treasuring every word and loving every ounce of the man who penned it isn’t.
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Tomorrow: Swim in the hotel pool, dine in the barrel of crackers, then off to Indy!
I own many trills in life to driving on the winding roads of PA. I’ll tell people I first learned to drive on the highways of south NJ but western PA is where I really cut my teeth.
Have you ever been driving in a snow storm only to come to the top of a hill at 45mph and realize you’re going to make a 90degree turn?
Things like that keep a man awake at night…
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