The crazy people were out today. The crazy drivers who pull trailers and can't stay in one lane. I saw at least 8 of them. Lawnmowers, couches, cars, boxes, empty...you name it, they hauled it--badly. Pickups, duallys, dump trucks, compact cars...any mode of propulsion, all reckless.
It didn't help that people on our county road were having a yard sale. They put a cardboard sign out on the major county road, the one named with a letter, and then put another little cardboard sign on a stick at the end of their driveway, which was a mile off the beaten path. It was not quite effective. Several cars passed it and had to turn around in a another driveway on a blind curve. A blind curve near a different driveway, with cardboard signs with pigs drawn on them. That meant those folks were having their annual pig roast. Just what we needed, more drunken crazy drivers.
There was a dune buggy at the bowling alley. I don't believe those things are street legal. It looked like something Penelope Pitstop used to drive on Wacky Races, except it wasn't pink. All I needed was an Amish buggy to complete my extraordinary driving experience.
I swear I heard T-Hoe breathe a sigh of relief after he negoatiated Farmer H's furry friends grazing along the driveway.
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The drivers were here, too! After all, it is wine guzzling days here (aka Oktoberfest). I watched three different big rig try to make a hairpin turn here in the kampground. Had they not been going the wrong way on a one-way road that was clearly labeled ............
Kathy,
At least you have a radio in your golf cart now, so you can be jammin' to some tunes if you have to chase them.
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