we are stranded on I5 in the middle of nowhere... transmission died, at midnight. Mile 324. two hours from home...sigh. It is very dark, am using the Treo as a flashlight.
Friday was *quite* the adventure for Jay, Pat, and their kids, and I know that people were wondering about them, wanting an update, etc.
More fun about this: I got pulled over by a cop for the first time, ever. I was speeding (by about 12 MPH, which is faster than usual), but, thankfully, that wasn't why. I had been trying to insert a CD into an unfamiliar CD player and apparently made the minivan bobble and weave in a way that made the CHP officer think I might be driving erratically. He seemed completely fine with the "trying to insert CD" and "unfamiliar vehicle- just rented it and not familiar with how it handles" info, and while he ran a check on my license, he didn't ticket me. That gave *me* quite the adrenyline rush, though, and probably made me drive more slowly.
My cell phone goes sliding across the floor, so I miss a call from Jay, and he is worried that I didn't get the info on where they were after being towed.
I knock on the motel room door at around 4:30 am. Luggage and small boy are strewn all over the floor. The room is around 85-90 degrees. I get clasped by a very tired, somewhat sweat boyfriend. His sense of relief when I arrived made it completely and utterly worth it to pull an all-nighter, and drive abou 380 miles.
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Brian-- I haven't said, before, but I'm sorry for your loss. And good lord, I hope things improve at least slightly from here.
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Friday was *quite* the adventure for Jay, Pat, and their kids, and I know that people were wondering about them, wanting an update, etc.
More fun about this: I got pulled over by a cop for the first time, ever. I was speeding (by about 12 MPH, which is faster than usual), but, thankfully, that wasn't why. I had been trying to insert a CD into an unfamiliar CD player and apparently made the minivan bobble and weave in a way that made the CHP officer think I might be driving erratically. He seemed completely fine with the "trying to insert CD" and "unfamiliar vehicle- just rented it and not familiar with how it handles" info, and while he ran a check on my license, he didn't ticket me. That gave *me* quite the adrenyline rush, though, and probably made me drive more slowly.
My cell phone goes sliding across the floor, so I miss a call from Jay, and he is worried that I didn't get the info on where they were after being towed.
I knock on the motel room door at around 4:30 am. Luggage and small boy are strewn all over the floor. The room is around 85-90 degrees. I get clasped by a very tired, somewhat sweat boyfriend. His sense of relief when I arrived made it completely and utterly worth it to pull an all-nighter, and drive abou 380 miles.
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Glad that you escaped the wrath of the CHP unscathed.