I left the house at 9am... topped off the tank and aired up the tires (3 gas stations required to find an operating air pump). It dawned on me as I enjoyed I4... Orlando traffic sucks so bad because folks don't pass to go faster, they just want to be in front...
An hour from my destination, some idiot passes me on the right from a turn lane... I'm out of Orlando, so I let them in (I'm also driving the NYB... and I like it more than the DD). I'm hot, I show them the New Jersey state bird... through tinted glass I can see them returning the gesture... HMMM... relax, be good, calm down... hmmm, I think that's a car load of kids. No road rage, no heroics... I just maintain pace with the speed limits and traffic and keep the large following distance I prefer when driving my Formals. All the way to the last mile or two of my destination, that minivan had me in there mirrors at every red light or traffic snarl... They seemed to want to get away, but traffic didn't cooperate and I was running close to their speed.
I decided then, if they pull off where I do... I'm introducing myself as "Rusty Nail" and they owe me an apology...
Finally I arrive...
Then another...
And another...
We could have had a Formal trifecta... but how often do you get to poke at a car as unusual as the Citroen? (We all poke at our Formals)...
I enjoyed a nice lunch with @commando1 and @73 T&C ... we got to BS and yes Javier did let us gawk at his car's innards... Stan even took her for a spin.
The down side of the day... I never got to find out how the pies were at the tattoo shop... FumBuck, they probably needed a sideline for when the clientele was too broke for another tat.
An hour from my destination, some idiot passes me on the right from a turn lane... I'm out of Orlando, so I let them in (I'm also driving the NYB... and I like it more than the DD). I'm hot, I show them the New Jersey state bird... through tinted glass I can see them returning the gesture... HMMM... relax, be good, calm down... hmmm, I think that's a car load of kids. No road rage, no heroics... I just maintain pace with the speed limits and traffic and keep the large following distance I prefer when driving my Formals. All the way to the last mile or two of my destination, that minivan had me in there mirrors at every red light or traffic snarl... They seemed to want to get away, but traffic didn't cooperate and I was running close to their speed.
I decided then, if they pull off where I do... I'm introducing myself as "Rusty Nail" and they owe me an apology...
Finally I arrive...
Then another...
And another...
We could have had a Formal trifecta... but how often do you get to poke at a car as unusual as the Citroen? (We all poke at our Formals)...
I enjoyed a nice lunch with @commando1 and @73 T&C ... we got to BS and yes Javier did let us gawk at his car's innards... Stan even took her for a spin.
The down side of the day... I never got to find out how the pies were at the tattoo shop... FumBuck, they probably needed a sideline for when the clientele was too broke for another tat.
