TRAVEL TIME

I saw plenty of crazy things on the way down and back to Florida. Going roughly 65-70 M.P.H. the entire ride, it took me two days to arrive to Orlando from Philly by driving approximately nine hours a day. That might sound like a lot, but cruise control is a huge help. Cruise control is truly a gift from God, Allah, Buddah, Vishnu, and Toyota.

During our travels we ran over broken tire pieces, been given the finger, seen cars go off the road and also some stuck in mud, and I have listened to non-often heard words coming from my mother's mouth; ethnic slurs, 'fuck you', 'stupid son of a bitch asshole' (in that order), et cetera. For Christsake, it shouldn't be a normal sight to see your mom flip off people either.

These are shreds of tires. They were everywhere on the road. Hitting one may cause an accident. We almost proved that theory.	This is somewhere in the Carolinas as we exited off of I-95 to find a place to eat. We eventually got lost in the middle of an ultra-conservative Catholic southern community where everyone was white and happy to love God. Needless to say, we high-tailed out of there real fast.
Back on the interstate, I quickly found out about the various forms of local entertainment.
And when strip bars or pornography grew dull, the local folk seemed to have a deep appreciation for the art of lighting fireworks.
This intellect tied a single string across his trunk. His clothes and bags were half hanging out.	"REDDICK BAD GIRLS" enjoys spending his free time in Cafe Erotic.
You can tell you are among hickish-types when the entire town posts signs about deer hunting comittees. Econolodge, Burger King, and Ramada were among the sponsers.
And in the very same town, the sheriff is hard at work debating the controversial topic of inbreding with Kenny Rogers and now-broke former CEO of Napster.
These pictures speak for themselves.
I'm sure Core Carriers would be excited about this driver. I should have called the number found below the How am I driving? bumper sticker.