I've learned my lesson. I don't do well in the back seat.
You see, since I was 15, my job has been to drive on family trips. My grandfather taught me to drive on trips with my grandmother to Mexia State School to see their son, Bobby. It's been my responsibility to get us from point a to point b ever since.
Since Sunday morning, I made it just fine across Arkansas and Tenneessee, but today I goofed.
I turned the steering wheel over to my son for our trip to Cade's Cove, Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge. Content to sit in back with my mom and mother-in-law, I thought if there was going to be trouble it woudl be during the winding, up and down one lane trail through Cade's Cove. Nope. Made that just fine. I even made it through Gatlinburg ... but when we hit Pigeon Forge (home of Dollywood and a whole bunch of miniature golf courses and SEEN ONLY ON TV shops) that I lost it. There was three of everything, including tourists and tacky gift shops.
The trip back to Knoxville is a blur. Literally. Cars were zipping by and we were moving down the road, but everything looked like I was riding on a supersonic merry-go-round. When we got to a stop sign, my brain told my body - and stomach - to keep moving. By the time we got to Knoxville proper, I was a really yucky shade of green., with a little purple thrown in for good meausre. Yipes.
There was a wreck on I40 which necessitated a 30-minute detour around the city. I think that was the worst 1/2 hour of my life so far.
But, I made it, thanks to the fine driving skills of my son ... I'm back in the room and am *almost* back to normal .... well, normal for me ...
We're talking about where to go next.
Just know that I'll be behind the wheel again ... it's where I belong!
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