The Trip
Thursday morning we packed up the family and took the drive from Sacramento to San Diego . I woke up in the middle of the night dreading the drive. As it turns out, my dread was well deserved.
10am. An hour late Valerie, Ella,Richard and I get on the road. This causes me no end of stress, because by my count unless I can stay at 85mph we will hit LA/OC/San Diego traffic later in the day. We decide to take the 99, since the 5 drives us both nutty. As we drive onto the freeway I see a flag painted on some neighborhood house and mention to Valerie that it would be interesting if we count American flags flying on the way down. She agrees.
10:45. Stockton . I’ve already got my Irish up at the truckers who – with only two lanes on the freeway – decide to slowly pass each other and block traffic. I just don’t understand why one truck going 55mph needs to pass another truck going 54.9mph. Each passage takes approximately one day… Read More