Well, its been far to long...
We took the House. We closed the gap in the Senate. There's a feeling of revival in the air, at least politically. I hope it lasts.
The next few months will tell. Things are going to be hard, but we need to fight. I think the Dems will cave, if we keep pushing. Some of them are on our side. More of them will fake it to try to stay in office. The rest need to be constantly exposed as the Progressive spend-thrifts and power-grabbers they are.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Don't give up. Never never never never never never never give up!
Fight!
Now, maybe in a day or two, we can resume our little story of the Dutchmen... :-)
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
And now for something battletechy...
Well, the odds on ever actually swapping any battlemech designs on this blog are very small, especially these days, so instead...
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ban-der-snatch
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ban-der-snatch
–noun
1.
an imaginary wild animal of fierce disposition.
2.
a person of uncouth or unconventional habits, attitudes, etc., esp. one considered a menace, nuisance, or the like.
***
Mech Bay 23-A
Harlech, Outreach
11AM lcoal time.
William "Dutch" Claggett walked around the feet of the 75-ton battlemech known as a "Bandersnatch" and tried not to gawk. It was slightly different than the "stock" variant, with a new light fusion engine installed instead of the extra-light version. His father had insisted on the modification, and since his company supplied Bander Battlemechs with the engines the machine, number 17 off the custom line, had been so equipped. It had also been built with and endo-steel skeleton to save back some of the weight, but since Father had also insisted on jump jets the design had still sacrificed some of its missile and energy armaments to make room and save weight.
And as always Father had been right. He'd been assigned to Kentares as part of the unit guarding the Duke and his family, and he'd very nearly gotten some of the children out before the ambushing Lyran forces had found them. He'd expected to die then, selling himself dearly, but had instead survived. He'd left a destoyed lance behind him as he'd taken the crippled but still functioning 'mech into the hills. Days later a civilian argo-mech repair center had closed his open torso and replaced the destroyed arm actuators, putting his cannon and laser back into action, but he'd nursed the cippled engine through months of hit-and-run fighting with Lyran forces before the loyalist rebels had finally recaptured the planet.
During that time the Bandersnatch had proven itself over and over, as had his father's wisdom. He'd returned at last, ready to thank him and admit that he'd been right about the engine and the jump jets, only to find he had died in the opening volleys of the Civil War, his dropship destroyed to prevent its cargo of fusion engines from reaching their destination on Talon.
Dutch had been listed as "Missing, Presumed Dead" as well, and his considerable inheritance had been placed in trust. When he'd returned from the dead, it had been waiting for him. Dutch looked around the bay, at the fruits of his inheritance.
In bay one, his Bandersnatch. Next to it, an AGS-2D Argus. Bay 3 contained a BSW-S2 Bushwacker and Bay 4 a PXH-6D Phoenix Hawk. Other than his 'snatch the 'mechs were new. Behind them were three lances of armor, also brand new. Hammer Lance consisted of four Ajax Assault Tanks. Striker Lance, parked across from Hammer, had four Manteuffel-B tanks. And Hunter Lance, on the end of the line, with two pair of spanking new Regulator hover-tanks.
The tanks and 'mechs were all painted alike: A dark charcoal gray with blue gun-metal overtones. Weapons barrels and exposed actuators and such tended to either be bare metal or painted a complementary medium ghost gray. Road wheels on the tanks were ghost gray and black. The only unit markings were a small colored stripe and the unit crest. On the tanks the stripe was a diagonal across the left front quarter. On the 'mechs it was on the left leg, at or below the knee joint. Hammer was red, Striker was blue, Hunter was green and Dutchman (Command) lance was yellow. The unit crest was an image of a tall ship, sails unfurled and full running before the wind on a white-capped sea inside a white circle. This crest appeared on the turrets of the tanks (both sides) and on the 'mech's shoulder armor.
It was The Flying Dutchman, the symbol of The Dutchmen.
Dutch Claggett pondered the symbol, repeated on the shoulder patch of his slate gray uniform, and a small grin appeared on his face. Every member of "The Dutchmen" had one thing in common: All had been declared missing in action and had been presumed dead, only to have returned alive. As Dutch went to meet the officers and men of his newly formed unit and present them with their new equipment he was optimistic. No one here was less than a combat veteran, and they were all lucky.
The future was looking bright indeed...
***
Mech Bay 23-A
Harlech, Outreach
11AM lcoal time.
William "Dutch" Claggett walked around the feet of the 75-ton battlemech known as a "Bandersnatch" and tried not to gawk. It was slightly different than the "stock" variant, with a new light fusion engine installed instead of the extra-light version. His father had insisted on the modification, and since his company supplied Bander Battlemechs with the engines the machine, number 17 off the custom line, had been so equipped. It had also been built with and endo-steel skeleton to save back some of the weight, but since Father had also insisted on jump jets the design had still sacrificed some of its missile and energy armaments to make room and save weight.
And as always Father had been right. He'd been assigned to Kentares as part of the unit guarding the Duke and his family, and he'd very nearly gotten some of the children out before the ambushing Lyran forces had found them. He'd expected to die then, selling himself dearly, but had instead survived. He'd left a destoyed lance behind him as he'd taken the crippled but still functioning 'mech into the hills. Days later a civilian argo-mech repair center had closed his open torso and replaced the destroyed arm actuators, putting his cannon and laser back into action, but he'd nursed the cippled engine through months of hit-and-run fighting with Lyran forces before the loyalist rebels had finally recaptured the planet.
During that time the Bandersnatch had proven itself over and over, as had his father's wisdom. He'd returned at last, ready to thank him and admit that he'd been right about the engine and the jump jets, only to find he had died in the opening volleys of the Civil War, his dropship destroyed to prevent its cargo of fusion engines from reaching their destination on Talon.
Dutch had been listed as "Missing, Presumed Dead" as well, and his considerable inheritance had been placed in trust. When he'd returned from the dead, it had been waiting for him. Dutch looked around the bay, at the fruits of his inheritance.
In bay one, his Bandersnatch. Next to it, an AGS-2D Argus. Bay 3 contained a BSW-S2 Bushwacker and Bay 4 a PXH-6D Phoenix Hawk. Other than his 'snatch the 'mechs were new. Behind them were three lances of armor, also brand new. Hammer Lance consisted of four Ajax Assault Tanks. Striker Lance, parked across from Hammer, had four Manteuffel-B tanks. And Hunter Lance, on the end of the line, with two pair of spanking new Regulator hover-tanks.
The tanks and 'mechs were all painted alike: A dark charcoal gray with blue gun-metal overtones. Weapons barrels and exposed actuators and such tended to either be bare metal or painted a complementary medium ghost gray. Road wheels on the tanks were ghost gray and black. The only unit markings were a small colored stripe and the unit crest. On the tanks the stripe was a diagonal across the left front quarter. On the 'mechs it was on the left leg, at or below the knee joint. Hammer was red, Striker was blue, Hunter was green and Dutchman (Command) lance was yellow. The unit crest was an image of a tall ship, sails unfurled and full running before the wind on a white-capped sea inside a white circle. This crest appeared on the turrets of the tanks (both sides) and on the 'mech's shoulder armor.
It was The Flying Dutchman, the symbol of The Dutchmen.
Dutch Claggett pondered the symbol, repeated on the shoulder patch of his slate gray uniform, and a small grin appeared on his face. Every member of "The Dutchmen" had one thing in common: All had been declared missing in action and had been presumed dead, only to have returned alive. As Dutch went to meet the officers and men of his newly formed unit and present them with their new equipment he was optimistic. No one here was less than a combat veteran, and they were all lucky.
The future was looking bright indeed...
Monday, July 5, 2010
Its time to change the guard, America.
Well, we're here again. Another birthday! America is now 234 years old! That's a LOT of candles! :-)
One of the interesting things about our Republic is its age, actually. I often hear the USA referred to as a "young" country on the world stage. Compared to places like England or any other European country we are young. Compared to someplace like Israel or Iran we are down right neophyte. Those countries are incredibly ancient. I have traveled to Italy and stood in a town hall that was ancient when our Declaration was signed. For that matter, some of the colonies themselves were over 100 years old when the Declaration was signed.
Which is my first point: the USA is fairly young, but our history extends well before that. Politically the roots of our beliefs in Rule of Law and Natural Law extend back to our "mother" country England. We have a long and rich history, much of which pre-dates our Revolution.
Secondly, while our country may be young compared to others our government is not. Our Republic has been operating continuously since 1789. We've peacefully transferred executive authority 45 times, from George Washington to Barack Obama. That 212 year stretch is longer than any other modern government.
Which actually makes the USA one of the oldest countries on earth, not one of the youngest. On the world stage, we are the adults. We are the gray-haired gentlemen, the ones who've been around the block. We've weathered wars, economic hardships and booms, natural disasters. We've done it all. We should be in a place to advise others wisely.
Instead, we're spending like teenagers handed their first credit cards in college. We're blissfully borrowing money from anyone and everyone. We're abdicating our responsibilities to pursue unwise and frivolous ventures. We're ignoring our friends and partying with our enemies. We're turning our backs on who we are and becoming something we used to despise. We're turning our backs on what works and embracing failure.
In times like these, I am reminded of a passage from the Declaration of Independence. Its not the part most people know. Its a little further down, and it should serve as a warning to those in power today:
"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to thro off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security."
Now, I am not advocating armed insurrection. I think that time may come, if we continue on the path we're on today, but we're not anywhere near that point yet. We are, however, at a place where things need to change. Thankfully we have not yet been stripped of our freedom or our right to vote.
November is coming, friends. Its time. We need to change the guard.
One of the interesting things about our Republic is its age, actually. I often hear the USA referred to as a "young" country on the world stage. Compared to places like England or any other European country we are young. Compared to someplace like Israel or Iran we are down right neophyte. Those countries are incredibly ancient. I have traveled to Italy and stood in a town hall that was ancient when our Declaration was signed. For that matter, some of the colonies themselves were over 100 years old when the Declaration was signed.
Which is my first point: the USA is fairly young, but our history extends well before that. Politically the roots of our beliefs in Rule of Law and Natural Law extend back to our "mother" country England. We have a long and rich history, much of which pre-dates our Revolution.
Secondly, while our country may be young compared to others our government is not. Our Republic has been operating continuously since 1789. We've peacefully transferred executive authority 45 times, from George Washington to Barack Obama. That 212 year stretch is longer than any other modern government.
Which actually makes the USA one of the oldest countries on earth, not one of the youngest. On the world stage, we are the adults. We are the gray-haired gentlemen, the ones who've been around the block. We've weathered wars, economic hardships and booms, natural disasters. We've done it all. We should be in a place to advise others wisely.
Instead, we're spending like teenagers handed their first credit cards in college. We're blissfully borrowing money from anyone and everyone. We're abdicating our responsibilities to pursue unwise and frivolous ventures. We're ignoring our friends and partying with our enemies. We're turning our backs on who we are and becoming something we used to despise. We're turning our backs on what works and embracing failure.
In times like these, I am reminded of a passage from the Declaration of Independence. Its not the part most people know. Its a little further down, and it should serve as a warning to those in power today:
"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to thro off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security."
Now, I am not advocating armed insurrection. I think that time may come, if we continue on the path we're on today, but we're not anywhere near that point yet. We are, however, at a place where things need to change. Thankfully we have not yet been stripped of our freedom or our right to vote.
November is coming, friends. Its time. We need to change the guard.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Gibbs-slapped by God.
I have enjoyed for several years the TV drama NCIS. Mark Harmon does a wonderful job as hard-boiled ex-marine Special Agent Jethro Gibbs. As anyone who follows the show knows, all of his charges (though primarily Tony) have experienced the infamous "Gibbs slap". When someone needs correction, Gibbs administers a sharp cuff to the back of the head.
Its generally a moment of humor on the show for us the viewer, but for the recipient it is correction delivered in a memorable, stinging and slightly embarrassing package.
The irony of the gesture, of course, is that it is also a sign of endearment. While Gibbs often administers his corrective measure to his team, he does not use it on just anyone. Only those closest to him feel the sting of the slap, and only those he truly cares about.
Which brings me to my point. Gibbs is not God, obviously. But in this he shares an important characteristic: he corrects those he loves. God often administers a "Gibbs slap" to his children, sometimes simply to get their attention, other times to drive home a point. It is always, however, administered in love and with a view to correct our behavior and help us to be more like Christ.
We as Christians need to learn to pay attention to these slaps. They are important. Heed their lessons, and not only will we feel them far less often, we will be far better sons to our Heavenly Father. Ignore them, and larger and more unpleasant corrective measures will follow.
Like always, its about the listening. I easily fall into the trap of firing off a prayer to God, usually in the form a of a quick 'thank-you for the day' followed by a laundry list of wants and needs and gripes. Instead, I need to sit, quiet my heart, and dialogue with God. Speak, yes. God wants us to poor out our hearts to Him. He also wants us to listen to his Word and learn to follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit within us.
God also desires and requires my attitude be in adjustment. He told Jeremiah "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear..." We often hear this verse in the context of repentance, but I think it applies to every day. The key is humbling ourselves. I need to daily recognize that God is sovereign, I am not, and put my priorities into the proper order.
That's my goal. I have a lot of things that need to be fixed, but it all starts with that first step. Man, is it a doozy...
*SLAP*
Its generally a moment of humor on the show for us the viewer, but for the recipient it is correction delivered in a memorable, stinging and slightly embarrassing package.
The irony of the gesture, of course, is that it is also a sign of endearment. While Gibbs often administers his corrective measure to his team, he does not use it on just anyone. Only those closest to him feel the sting of the slap, and only those he truly cares about.
Which brings me to my point. Gibbs is not God, obviously. But in this he shares an important characteristic: he corrects those he loves. God often administers a "Gibbs slap" to his children, sometimes simply to get their attention, other times to drive home a point. It is always, however, administered in love and with a view to correct our behavior and help us to be more like Christ.
We as Christians need to learn to pay attention to these slaps. They are important. Heed their lessons, and not only will we feel them far less often, we will be far better sons to our Heavenly Father. Ignore them, and larger and more unpleasant corrective measures will follow.
Like always, its about the listening. I easily fall into the trap of firing off a prayer to God, usually in the form a of a quick 'thank-you for the day' followed by a laundry list of wants and needs and gripes. Instead, I need to sit, quiet my heart, and dialogue with God. Speak, yes. God wants us to poor out our hearts to Him. He also wants us to listen to his Word and learn to follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit within us.
God also desires and requires my attitude be in adjustment. He told Jeremiah "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear..." We often hear this verse in the context of repentance, but I think it applies to every day. The key is humbling ourselves. I need to daily recognize that God is sovereign, I am not, and put my priorities into the proper order.
That's my goal. I have a lot of things that need to be fixed, but it all starts with that first step. Man, is it a doozy...
*SLAP*
Monday, March 29, 2010
Time to ride...
Sometimes life comes at you sideways. I don't know how else to describe it. Nothing follows a logical, linear path. It all seems to be zig-zag, and simultaneous.
This is very hard on someone who craves and cherishes the ordered regularity of taking things one step at a time. One decision to make, see the outcome, make the next...
That's not how things are in reality, though. Instead its more like Han Solo navigating the asteroid field in Star Wars. They're everywhere, they're random, and while they are NOT in fact out to get you they will pulverize you all the same. Nothing personal.
Yeah. Right. Nothing personal.
I'm actually kind of sick of that phrase today. Its business, not personal. Its just the way we do things, nothing personal. This is just a job, not your personal life.
Bovine Scat.
Like most people, I put a lot of effort into my job. I spend a lot of time at my job. I take pride in my work and my accomplishments. They are personal. It is personal. Professional relationships, like any other relationship, are personal.
Which is just to say that it is an imperfect world filled with imperfect people. *sigh* So we move along and do our best.
What's my point? Well, its just this: life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we respond to it. That's wisdom from my wife, something she's been trying to make me see for a long time. :-) It is also remembering that God is sovereign, and that I am called to honor him in my circumstances. That pretty much dictates how I should handle the 90%, as well as where (ultimately) the 10% comes from. All I have to do is Praise Him, Thank Him, and carry that attitude of praise and thanksgiving with me into every day, trusting in my Father to carry me through. Fortunately, he has big shoulders for me to ride on.
So today, I ride, snuggled into my Father's arms. Tomorrow he'll put me back down and we'll walk together a ways. And if it gets to hard, his arms are still there.
Thank you , Lord. Thank you, Father.
I needed that.
This is very hard on someone who craves and cherishes the ordered regularity of taking things one step at a time. One decision to make, see the outcome, make the next...
That's not how things are in reality, though. Instead its more like Han Solo navigating the asteroid field in Star Wars. They're everywhere, they're random, and while they are NOT in fact out to get you they will pulverize you all the same. Nothing personal.
Yeah. Right. Nothing personal.
I'm actually kind of sick of that phrase today. Its business, not personal. Its just the way we do things, nothing personal. This is just a job, not your personal life.
Bovine Scat.
Like most people, I put a lot of effort into my job. I spend a lot of time at my job. I take pride in my work and my accomplishments. They are personal. It is personal. Professional relationships, like any other relationship, are personal.
Which is just to say that it is an imperfect world filled with imperfect people. *sigh* So we move along and do our best.
What's my point? Well, its just this: life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we respond to it. That's wisdom from my wife, something she's been trying to make me see for a long time. :-) It is also remembering that God is sovereign, and that I am called to honor him in my circumstances. That pretty much dictates how I should handle the 90%, as well as where (ultimately) the 10% comes from. All I have to do is Praise Him, Thank Him, and carry that attitude of praise and thanksgiving with me into every day, trusting in my Father to carry me through. Fortunately, he has big shoulders for me to ride on.
So today, I ride, snuggled into my Father's arms. Tomorrow he'll put me back down and we'll walk together a ways. And if it gets to hard, his arms are still there.
Thank you , Lord. Thank you, Father.
I needed that.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Media woes...
This is going to be a recurring theme, I think. The media is just killing me.
I was stuck in a car today driving, so I listened to talk and news radio. It keeps me awake. I was amazed at some of the things I heard.
As you may know, a very disturbed man named Mr. Stack dove his small airplane into the public building which housed the IRS in Austin, TX on Thursday Feb. 18th. He burned his house and car first to prevent anyone in the government from seizing it, and left a 38 paragraph 'suicide note' or manifesto, or rant, or whatever, behind.
The guy was obviously a nut and a terrorist. I heard some of what he wrote on talk radio, but as happens on the road I lost the signal. While searching for a replacement I stumbled into a talk radio show from the opposite political viewpoint. I decided to listen for a bit, to see if some of the claims from the previous host were valid.
Wow. According to this host, the pilot was a "radical right-wing tea-bagger." This was obvious from what he wrote, apparently. Except that the exerpts I heard from his post were far shorter and more incomplete than what I had heard already that morning.
More offensive to me, however, was the host's persistent statements that the man was affiliated with the Tea Party Movement. I was also offended (as I am always offended) by the use of the derogatory term "tea-bagger", a usage that is designed to belittle and insult. I find the Left so fast to use such labels.... But I digress.
The worst, though, was the continued linkage to anyone who takes a Conservative view. According to this man, anyone who is Conservative is already nearly at a point of doing the same thing. We're all crazy people, on the edge of violent outburst. Conservatives are dangerous, and when we go over the edge we crash planes into buildings or other such things.
And yet...
And yet, examine Mr. Stack's rant. He is far more Liberal than Conservative. He embraces Communist ideals. He rants against the IRS, but mainly for Leftist reasons. He rants against corporations and President Bush and tax cuts. He was, if anything, a Liberal Progressive with serious Communist leanings.
But he's portrayed by a mainstream media host (CNN radio) as 'radical right wing'.
Meanwhile, the woman who shot her peers at UAH, a woman who is an avowed and open Liberal Obama supporter is never once examined in light of her political views. A woman who pulled a gun and shot six others for no good reason who happens to be a rabid liberal is just "crazy" and is not linked to anything.
Unless, of course, they manage to find a way to link HER to the Tea Party Movement as well. Or Conservatives in general. Then, of course, they'll make the linkage...
And finally my favorite. Bill Mahar (sp?) on Larry King, complaining about the Democrats. He complained that the Dems were backing down on the KSM trial. And he revealed far more of his view than I think he intended.
He said, on the record, that people "want strong leadership", that Americans are "to dumb to know the issues" and that we simply want someone who sticks to a position. We don't care what, we just have an "animal instinct" to follow strength.
Yeah. You keep telling yourselves that my Liberal friends. It will make our job easier in November.
I was stuck in a car today driving, so I listened to talk and news radio. It keeps me awake. I was amazed at some of the things I heard.
As you may know, a very disturbed man named Mr. Stack dove his small airplane into the public building which housed the IRS in Austin, TX on Thursday Feb. 18th. He burned his house and car first to prevent anyone in the government from seizing it, and left a 38 paragraph 'suicide note' or manifesto, or rant, or whatever, behind.
The guy was obviously a nut and a terrorist. I heard some of what he wrote on talk radio, but as happens on the road I lost the signal. While searching for a replacement I stumbled into a talk radio show from the opposite political viewpoint. I decided to listen for a bit, to see if some of the claims from the previous host were valid.
Wow. According to this host, the pilot was a "radical right-wing tea-bagger." This was obvious from what he wrote, apparently. Except that the exerpts I heard from his post were far shorter and more incomplete than what I had heard already that morning.
More offensive to me, however, was the host's persistent statements that the man was affiliated with the Tea Party Movement. I was also offended (as I am always offended) by the use of the derogatory term "tea-bagger", a usage that is designed to belittle and insult. I find the Left so fast to use such labels.... But I digress.
The worst, though, was the continued linkage to anyone who takes a Conservative view. According to this man, anyone who is Conservative is already nearly at a point of doing the same thing. We're all crazy people, on the edge of violent outburst. Conservatives are dangerous, and when we go over the edge we crash planes into buildings or other such things.
And yet...
And yet, examine Mr. Stack's rant. He is far more Liberal than Conservative. He embraces Communist ideals. He rants against the IRS, but mainly for Leftist reasons. He rants against corporations and President Bush and tax cuts. He was, if anything, a Liberal Progressive with serious Communist leanings.
But he's portrayed by a mainstream media host (CNN radio) as 'radical right wing'.
Meanwhile, the woman who shot her peers at UAH, a woman who is an avowed and open Liberal Obama supporter is never once examined in light of her political views. A woman who pulled a gun and shot six others for no good reason who happens to be a rabid liberal is just "crazy" and is not linked to anything.
Unless, of course, they manage to find a way to link HER to the Tea Party Movement as well. Or Conservatives in general. Then, of course, they'll make the linkage...
And finally my favorite. Bill Mahar (sp?) on Larry King, complaining about the Democrats. He complained that the Dems were backing down on the KSM trial. And he revealed far more of his view than I think he intended.
He said, on the record, that people "want strong leadership", that Americans are "to dumb to know the issues" and that we simply want someone who sticks to a position. We don't care what, we just have an "animal instinct" to follow strength.
Yeah. You keep telling yourselves that my Liberal friends. It will make our job easier in November.
Driving with idiots...
Well, I'm back safe and sound! No thanks to some of the folks I shared the road with.
First, I want to bid a hearty good night to Mr. Avenger. I don't know why you latched onto my tail just outside Paducah, KY or why you felt the need to follow within 5 feet of the back bumper of my rental car for nearly two hours. I do know it was very disconcerting, and I was SO happy when you suddenly peeled off and latched onto that passing semi. So happy, in fact, that I immediately peeled off an exit myself and purchased a McDonalds Diet Coke to toast your safe journey!
Second, the bobbing twins. Two white cars. One, a 2009 Impala. The other, a late model Acura. The Impala was going exactly 70mph (cruise control is awesome, eh?) while the Acura was moving at a whopping 71mph.
The pass started just south of Nashville, TN. If it hadn't been for the State Trooper that slowed everyone down to 60mph about 20 miles later they would have completed the pass before the State Line, I'm sure. AS it was, they actually completed the pass 2 miles into Alabama.
Other than that, it was just your normal collection of people driving with distractions or to much fatigue, doing some very stupid and dangerous things.
Thankfully, God protected me as he has done so many times and the trip ended successfully with my rented 2010 Dodge Charger safely in the Enterprise lot and me safely home.
Business travel is SO much fun! Next time, I think I'll fly....
First, I want to bid a hearty good night to Mr. Avenger. I don't know why you latched onto my tail just outside Paducah, KY or why you felt the need to follow within 5 feet of the back bumper of my rental car for nearly two hours. I do know it was very disconcerting, and I was SO happy when you suddenly peeled off and latched onto that passing semi. So happy, in fact, that I immediately peeled off an exit myself and purchased a McDonalds Diet Coke to toast your safe journey!
Second, the bobbing twins. Two white cars. One, a 2009 Impala. The other, a late model Acura. The Impala was going exactly 70mph (cruise control is awesome, eh?) while the Acura was moving at a whopping 71mph.
The pass started just south of Nashville, TN. If it hadn't been for the State Trooper that slowed everyone down to 60mph about 20 miles later they would have completed the pass before the State Line, I'm sure. AS it was, they actually completed the pass 2 miles into Alabama.
Other than that, it was just your normal collection of people driving with distractions or to much fatigue, doing some very stupid and dangerous things.
Thankfully, God protected me as he has done so many times and the trip ended successfully with my rented 2010 Dodge Charger safely in the Enterprise lot and me safely home.
Business travel is SO much fun! Next time, I think I'll fly....
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