Good news. I'm back to posting. That's something you can all be thankful for, even now with your kitchens festering with the remains of last Thursday's meal. I took a much needed vacation from everything that wasn't absolutely essential and as it turns out that means the Wonder Blog from time to time. But don't think I came back without new post material. I was thinking of you the whole time. (Incidentally, that last line makes it sound like I was cheating on my blog with a pen and notepad. And now I'm trying to smooth things over.) Anyway on to the post proper:
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Just this weekend I had some automotive fun*. Unfortunately it came at the cost of a massive interstate accident, but there's always a silver lining to every cloud; you can't blame yourself when you're so completely surrounded by the lining that the cloud doesn't affect you. Coming back from my second viewing of Bond we were stuck in the thick of interstate traffic. The bridge to Illinois just ahead and a promising looking road to our right, we decided to shoot the moon and get out of the gridlock.
So did 15 other cars. We were a mighty caravan, carving a swath of light through the dark countryside. However, mighty though we were, apparently there wasn't one GPS navigation system among us. Otherwise we might have forseen what became inevitable.
Following the caravan, we were perhaps the 8th or 9th car from the front, with several behind. The roads kept getting worse and worse. And eventually we were on a one lane dirt path between cornfields, but everyone behind the first driver (who I suspect was laughing madly) was so sure that our Magellan of the Highway could get us where we were going that nobody turned back.
...Until the one lane road came to an abrupt end in a marsh. Then pictures like the below:
The Panic: "Why are we stopping?"
The Abort: "How the hell are we going to turn around?"
The Do-It-To-Them-Before-They-Do-It-To-Us: "Use the shoulder, before they get here!"
- Scott
* This reminds me of my other favorite anti-social car behavior which you can read about below.
I was listening to a morning show this morning and someone mused that perhaps GPS is more sinister than we all thought. Like, maybe someday GPS is going to lead us all off a cliff...or down a desolate road into the nothing....
ReplyDeleteOh don't worry Stephanie, I'm constantly on the lookout for the day that our machines go all HAL 9000 on us and refuse to open the pod bay doors.
ReplyDeleteOr even worse, they go all Maximum Overdrive on us and we have to deal with the antics of Emilio Estevez, who's like Charlie Sheen without all the gravitas.
- Scott
P.S. What was the other movie like Maximum Overdrive where the cars come to life. Essentially the same movie (not Christine). Anyway that'd be bad too.