Since I do not have a damn drivers license right now, my lovely wife drove the family up to the mountains last week. She is so damn cute, but she scares the hell out of me when she drives, especially on long trips. I think she has a tendency to drift off and daydream about whatever is on her beautiful mind.(I have to say some nice stuff just in case she reads this!)
I now know why they put all the little strips on the side of the highways. You know the ones that make your tires hum when you run over them so that if you fall asleep while driving you can wake up and get back on the road. Well, my wife hits them about every 5 minutes when she is not driving down the center of the turnpike. And when she does hit them, sometimes it is like she is having a contest to see how long she can stay on them? I also am bothered when she tells me that she thinks the brakes are bad and they are making a squeaking sound. Then not 2 minutes later she speeds up to a red light and slams them on!! I guess she is just testing them out to see how bad they are? If I put my hand on the dashboard to brace myself she yells at me and says "are you being a wise guy or what?" I tell her that I am just bracing myself so that the seatbelt does not snap my neck!
The best part of the trip was when we got off the turnpike at the fort littleton exit. Whenever I get off at that exit I will always remember this one time for as long as I live.(which may not be much longer if I do not get my license back soon!) Hot Mama Busch does about 60 down the ramp as she approaches a curve with a yield sign because of vehicles getting off the turnpike from the other direction. It is not a heavy traffic area as the population is thin in that area and we do rarely even see any cars coming from that direction. But this time was different as their was a pick-up truck coming and to me it looked like it would meet our van at the curve with the yield sign at the same time. Since I could see that she was not looking, I yelled "Truck!!!" My wife looks- slows down- speeds up while still looking at the truck- almost missed the curve but not the cattle shoot- and then swerves to avoid the concrete barrier at the last second. Meanwhile our whole load of supplies in the back shifted and went everywhere and she has the nerve to say- "you did not load that stuff very good" Meanwhile- I am having trouble breathing and I put my hand on my heart as I am trying to gather myself before we have to pay our toll charge- and she then says- "Quit being a drama queen!" Great, not only is she scaring the shit out of me- now she is stealing lines from me that I use on her and the kids!!!
Venda tells me that she drives better when I am not in the Van with her. I make her nervous and am always giving her a hard time when she almost wrecks. I hope she does drive better when I am not with her- I can not imagine her driving any worse! (unless she was oriental?)
I must just be one lucky S.O.B when I am riding shotgun. Maybe Jesus is sitting on my lap? That might explain why the seatbelt is so damn uncomfortable!!
Keep on Truckin!! E.H