Fall Colors

I’m a day late posting yesterday’s driving events, mostly due to the shock hadn’t worn off until today. Let me explain.

It started out very noneventful. Things are going great. Jeanne Garmin was doing a great job communicating directions, then Rene got bored and was running Google Maps and Waze on her phone. Because it’s important to confuse the directionally challenged one further. Jeanne Garmin took offense to the extra help. She told us we needed to take the exit to the right, then all hell broke loose. You could almost hear JG cackle with delight. Immediately, she told us to take the next exit to the left. Four lanes away and less than 100 feet, traffic zinging along at 65, Rene telling me what the other apps are saying, I’m yelling, ” Dude, muther f**ker”, and at that moment I became Sandra Bullock in Speed driving the bus. I hit the gas turned the truck a hard left and puckered up. Rene was bracing for impact. We made the exit! Wasn’t sure I was breathing. Then I hear Rene say, “What made you decide to do that?” Seriously? I was so happy we lived!