The road to Durango, CO through Arizona is, for the most part, one lane for each direction of traffic.
For me, this is problematic.
When driving, I certainly take risks. Like that one time my friends and I drove from San Diego to Salt Lake city in 8.5 hours. Yes, we were going FAST.
Or that other time, when I was tired of driving, and I made my passenger switch seats with me while going 80 on the interstate, just so I could nap.
But, I am a bit quirky in that some perfectly normal driving laws completely freak me out. Like that whole thing about passing the car in front of you if he's too slow, by cutting into oncoming traffic's lane to pass?
MAKES. ME. WANT. TO. DIE. rather than have to pass somebody on the road.
Every time I caught up to sombody on good ol' I-40, I'd have this dilemma: should I, or shouldn't I weave in and out of the oncoming traffic lane just so I can go a little faster?
Tyler said: YES. PASS ALREADY!
My heart said: for the love, PLEASE, NO!
So this one time I was cruising along, when I noticed an oncoming car passing in MY lane. I totally freaked. I started to panic, making some sort of loud noise over and over, which alerted Tyler to my distress. I was pretty sure this car was going to plow right into us.
The seconds passed.
The car barreled toward us.
Finally when death seemed certain, I suddenly heard Tyler yelling, "Wendy TAKE OFF YOUR CRUISE CONTROL AND SLOW DOWN!"
This is where I introduce another quirk. I hate breaking my cruise control.
Apparently, I'd rather get smooshed to smithereens than have to reset my speed.
Turns out, that's weird!
(I'm happy to report that we survived. Which is how I'm writing this post, FYI.)
Another beautiful family below.
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