Living in a metro area, you get used to spending time on highways. It’s just how you get somewhere when you live in and around a city. However, since we routinely strike out across the state, we get a much different experience by spending three or four hours on I-44 going to visit grandparents and cousins. Days like today, for instance.
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I love it when semi truck drivers pull out in front of you to pass and miss your bumper by mere inches.
I love it when someone does not have/use cruise control and their speed varies by as much as 10 mph, depending on what they are watching or thinking about or which way the wind is blowing, making it a real pain for those of us to do have/use cruise control.
I love it when a lady in a big Buick decides that going two miles under the speed limit is fast enough for everyone, and refuses to leave the left lane.
I love it when some kid in a blue Grand Am keeps trying to pass just one more car before moving back over to the right, leaving a line of people behind him who wish he’d just move over for ten minutes and then try again.
I love it when a guy from mid-Missouri loads up the back of his beat up old pickup with pea gravel and then doesn’t cover it before he hits the highway, raining little missiles down on all of us in his wake.
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I hope there’s some Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Heath Crunch in the freezer.
