Driving five hours by yourself is an interesting experience. Several times I found myself singing on the top of my lungs and dancing from my shoulders up. After getting tired of listening to my off tune voice and realizing that people can still see me dancing when I drive by, I resorted to the books on CD. The urge to sing and dance was immediately eradicated. Instead I found myself yawning profusely and slapping myself to stay awake. Cruise control did not help me stay awake any. However, cruise control was always terminated when I applied my brakes, because truckers continuously tried to pass other truckers at the exact moment I was about to fly pass them at my consistent 84 mph setting. The truck in the right lane (slow lane) was going about 60mph, and the truck passing them was going about 61 mph. The mathmatic imbalance of the equation was that the speed that the trucks were passing was slower than my accelerating impatience. I am not going to explain what this mathmatical equation equalled, but fair enough to say I used up a lot of gas applying all horse power, and all torque available to show how I felt and also return to my pleasant 84 mph cruise control setting. My frustration was only exacerbated when these incompetant truckers decided to pass another on a hill. I really thought I was going to make it to Boise or even Alaska before the so-called mexican road block was extinct. I wonder if these truckers know what the fast lane is used for. I truly hope they do. You see, the beauty in this name is that it explains its purpose. It is like a hair dryer. No one ever uses a hair dryer to wash the dishes, that is what a dishwasher is for. It would be absurd. So why then, may I ask, do people go slow in the fast lane? Are these people trying to dry their hair in a dishwasher or washing their dishes with a hair dryer. Spending five hours by myself driving a car can result in this type of thinking.
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