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.
ReplyDeleteJen