Overheard on a drive to New Mexico
I met my mother in Portland on Thursday afternoon and we drove nonstop from there to northern New Mexico. It took about thirty hours, without either really pushing ourselves or stopping for any excessive length of time. The drive was a very manageable undertaking, although many people in the family continue to believe we were insane to do it. I think I'll reserve discussion of that for a later entry. For now, here are three quick anecdotes from the drive:
- My mother asked me to explain how iPods work, and I had launched into a bit of background when she interjected "I thought MP3 was something from Star Wars."
- At a gas stop in Burley, Idaho at about 3:30 a.m., I purchased the obligatory jackalope postcard. My mother asked the young woman at the counter whether jackalopes were real. Informed they were not, she noted "well, there are a lot of strange animals out there and it seems like a jackalope could be one of them." I think she was half kidding. I like to think she was half kidding.
- Changing drivers around 7 a.m. at a McDonald's outside Salt Lake City, we had the car doors open when a large pickup pulled up nearly and very loud music began blaring. We each expressed our astonishment and annoyance, my mother noted that "this is what I hate about America," etc. Then I noticed that the music got a lot louder when I leaned down, and realized it was coming from the door speaker of our vehicle. My mother had bumped the radio button and accidentally turned it on. But those people in the giant pickup could still have been bad news. It's quite possible.
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