We're here, after a thousand miles of highway. I'm glad we broke it up over three days - I drove it a lot in two days (and once in a single day) when I wore a younger man's shoes. Probably I could again if I had to, but I'm glad I don't.
But long distance driving gives you time to reflect. Here are some of those.
Driving is an entirely different experience from flying. You see things that would be invisible from 30,000 feet, and have the time to ponder them. You can even stop and look at them if you want. There's a moral here for coastal elites who consider 80% of the land to be "Fly Over Country".
What is it with Maryland drivers? Good grief. The one who left his car at the gas pump after filling up, and then went to shop in the Pilot (two shopping bags), and then put a quart of oil in his engine while the line of folks waiting to gas up - that one gets double plus extra crazy style points.
I'd forgotten how the sun goes down bang in your eyes as you head south into Georgia on I-85. And while we're talking about it, that highway desperately needs to be widened between the South Carolina border and exit 111. Worst traffic of the whole trip, and we drove past NYFC and through Maryland.
The North Carolina rest areas on I-95 are the nicest I've seen.
Boy, howdy, gas is cheap in South Carolina. Like 40 cents cheaper than in Massachusetts. Wow.
North Carolina in many ways seems to be trying to turn itself into the Massachusetts of Dixie. While the rest areas are very nice indeed, the rest of the rigmarole is less desirable. Not the best role model for you, guys.
#1 Son did a man's work driving. I guess it's hard to see him as a man, rather than a little boy, but this trip sure opened my eyes. It's too bad that they needed to be opened.
The new Zed Veir looks pretty sweet. We saw it right as we drove past the BMW plant in SC. I didn't really consider one when I was shopping for a Mid-Life Crisis car because I needed a back seat to bring the kids. Pretty pathetic for a Mid-Life Crisis ...