To HillofTenn- Gotta go with what you got. I shoulda stayed in bed.
Tory's work changed her hours- she doesn't have to be in until 8:15. So I figured, wrongly, that I'd let her drive a bit further today. Normally she goes toward Belair, where all the Baltimorons have moved out to. I read last week that Maryland was voted as having the worst drivers just behind Washington. So I headed her toward Pennsyltuck. End of our road, I told her to make a right. So the left turn signal came on. "Your other left!" "OH, YEAH. ok." Out into the main road. Promptly up to 60. "Slow down some , Mario. Speed limit is 45." "OK". At 30, I told her she was going to pi$$ the truck behind her, get it back up to something close to the speed limit. "OK. Who's Mario?" "Never mind- pay attention to the road. And try to quit using the gas pedal like you're on a bicycle. Find a comfortable place to park it that keeps your speed constant" "OK." " And try to guide the car in stead of steering it all over the road." "OK. Who's Mario?" "When you get to Bush's corner, make a right." "Where's Bush's corner?" "About two miles from where you grew up. Right by where you went to high school." "Oh, at the traffic circle! Do I have to go around it?" "No. Make a right." "Oh, OK." "Head down through Rocks State Park. Remember, it's a curvy road. Think ahead- guide the car through the curves, don't jerk it through. Just take it easy until you feel comfortable steering through them." "OK. Should I still do the speed limit?" "No- when the sign says 20, don't be doing 40. Use your head. Slow down some and ease through the curve. Don't try to fly- just ease through them. And reaccelerate after you get through the curve. That herd of cows and about ten cars are wanting to pass you. There's a pull over about a half mile from here, so pull over and let them get on to work." She pulls over, let's the traffic behind us get clear, and pulls back onto the road. About a half a mile later, she says, "I didn't see any cows." Somehow, we made the last two or three miles without much trouble, as long as I kept reminding her there was a guardrail on her right, and she didn't need to see how close she could come to it without hitting it. She got to work, parked crosswise in the parking lot, and went to work. I guess we'll have to work on parking soon. I got home and hauled some hay in. Just ate lunch. The pnone just rang and Mom picked it up. It was Victoria. "Who's Mario?" Ugnnnnhhh.
Tory's work changed her hours- she doesn't have to be in until 8:15. So I figured, wrongly, that I'd let her drive a bit further today. Normally she goes toward Belair, where all the Baltimorons have moved out to. I read last week that Maryland was voted as having the worst drivers just behind Washington. So I headed her toward Pennsyltuck. End of our road, I told her to make a right. So the left turn signal came on. "Your other left!" "OH, YEAH. ok." Out into the main road. Promptly up to 60. "Slow down some , Mario. Speed limit is 45." "OK". At 30, I told her she was going to pi$$ the truck behind her, get it back up to something close to the speed limit. "OK. Who's Mario?" "Never mind- pay attention to the road. And try to quit using the gas pedal like you're on a bicycle. Find a comfortable place to park it that keeps your speed constant" "OK." " And try to guide the car in stead of steering it all over the road." "OK. Who's Mario?" "When you get to Bush's corner, make a right." "Where's Bush's corner?" "About two miles from where you grew up. Right by where you went to high school." "Oh, at the traffic circle! Do I have to go around it?" "No. Make a right." "Oh, OK." "Head down through Rocks State Park. Remember, it's a curvy road. Think ahead- guide the car through the curves, don't jerk it through. Just take it easy until you feel comfortable steering through them." "OK. Should I still do the speed limit?" "No- when the sign says 20, don't be doing 40. Use your head. Slow down some and ease through the curve. Don't try to fly- just ease through them. And reaccelerate after you get through the curve. That herd of cows and about ten cars are wanting to pass you. There's a pull over about a half mile from here, so pull over and let them get on to work." She pulls over, let's the traffic behind us get clear, and pulls back onto the road. About a half a mile later, she says, "I didn't see any cows." Somehow, we made the last two or three miles without much trouble, as long as I kept reminding her there was a guardrail on her right, and she didn't need to see how close she could come to it without hitting it. She got to work, parked crosswise in the parking lot, and went to work. I guess we'll have to work on parking soon. I got home and hauled some hay in. Just ate lunch. The pnone just rang and Mom picked it up. It was Victoria. "Who's Mario?" Ugnnnnhhh.
