Driving at night down an eight lane highway I am unfamiliar with which has turn offs and slip roads both sides and the average speed up in the seventies, at one point I was in the second lane looking for my turn off when an eighteen wheeler undertook me doing at least 20 mph faster than I was.
By the time I got back to my hotel I was speechless and giggling with relief of still being alive.
So cheers everyone, I'm on my second already.
All the above part of the original Natchez trace that has been tarmaced (ish) |
Arty photo of an outlook from the trace |
Sounds like you're having a great time. You've just made Roy jealous he's always wanted to go to Nashville.
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