Thursday, December 10, 2009
On the Road Again!
What was she thinking? As far as I'm concerned it should be called the "dreaded" cruise control. Let me tell you what I know about cruise control and men--they don't mix. I've figured out that it's a macho kind of thing for guys, because once its set, they seem to think they can't use their brakes.
"Brake! I can't," Rahn yells, as we go careening through Enterprise at 60 mph, "I've got the cruise control on!" (He has to speak loudly because the engines are roaring.) Woe to any man, woman or cat who dares cross his path then.
Anyway, I hear it's going to be quite a party, complete with a Certificate of Achievement for Cheerfully Completing Thirty Days of Driving License Suspension (I think they should give this to me).