Yikes, where'd THAT come from? Wow, isn't that Eddie Rabbit??
I love to drive. I used to drive all the time. I lived in Boston. I could drive anywhere, for hours if I wanted to. When we lived DownEast we would drive old logging roads for hours and not see another vehicle. Bears, yes. People, no.
I live on a rock now, with one mile of paved road. Top speed? 25. That's not driving, that's rolling.
I miss driving.
So I look forward to the long drive to Boston, which we do a few times a summer.
However, The Big Guy + 2 kids + long drive to Boston at 5pm = TORTURE.
(He never comes with us. It's not his thing. Too many people, no fishing.)
We normally do this drive early in the day. And though I'm SO not a morning person, I have to say I love the 3am ride home (have to leave that early to catch the ferry).
We've got a system, the Things and I.
I plug them into the tv with headphones, and I turn on my ipod (plays thru the car speakers). They don't speak to me until we hit Ellsworth, which is about the time I wake up.
It works very well.
Going down is a little trickier, because it's later in the day, and well, they want to eat and stuff.
Once we hit Bangor, however, they know there might as well be a wall between the front and back seats, and for the most part they leave me alone.
This time we had The Big Guy with us.
He does not get the system.
And he tried to converse the whole ride.
I tried to put him out of the car twice.
Highlights from the ride:
He sang along to every song on my ipod, but with incorrect words.
Sometimes he just made stuff up that rhymed with the real words, which, if I were in the mood to hear, would have been funny. But I wasn't. I like to zone out to endure that tortuous, long, construction-filled ride.
(Hello, Maine Turnpike Authority? Where do you get the bottomless funds for the perpetual construction projects you do? I'd like some. Thank You.)
But other times he thought he was singing the song, with the right words.
Carly Simon's You're So Vain:
You're where you should be all the time, and when you're not, you're with some underworld spy, or the wife of a postman, wife of a postman,
oh...you're so vain...
I thought I was going to drive off the road.
twenty five oh six two four.
What does he think that means?? But what do the real words mean, 25 or 6 to 4?
It was a long drive.
I'm going to bed.