Ocean Shores and Return

Highlights: Went to Ocean Shores yesterday. Returned today. 2 1/2 hours of winding roads, freeways and confusing roads through old logging towns. Accidentally followed one car into a parking lot, after cutting off another car, and then had to pull back out into the road and follow aforementioned cut off car. Embarrassment. My aunt won $12,000. Lucky lady. Me, lost 40 cents.

Rant: Drivers who do not maintain a constant speed are the bane of the highway experience. I do not mind if you crawl along at 30 mph, perhaps that is the fastest you can drive. I am okay if you are going 20 miles over the speed limit, if that is your pace. It's my preferred pace. The drivers I despise, who spark my righteous indignation, are those cursed with turtle speed interspersed with maniacal leadfoot. Those drivers who crawl around the corners, but let them come to those straight stretches where my tailgating prowess could in turn be replaced by my sensational passing skills, and suddenly the previously pokey driver in the car in front of me is suddenly possessed by a roving speed demon which causes him to increase his acceleration from 30 mph, to a rip roaring 70 mph, complete with triumphant look backwards in his mirror to say, "Why the hell are you tailgating me and trying to pass. I am going 20 miles over the speed limit." It is because I am blessed with prescient nature and know that in 2/3 of a mile your variable speed with invariably decrease, returning to the reptilian speed of a landbound turtle.

Willow