Here’s the thing. If I get in my car and drive to Kentucky today I’d wager twenty bucks that some dude or dude-ette is not going to like my Indiana driving (we drive calm and sensibly here in Indiana btw). They are going to lay on their horn, turn some rather nasty shade of red/purple, pound on their steering wheel, and just have themselves what my betters would call a fit. I can make the choice to turn my car around and haul butt back to Indiana, or I can make a logical thought process that goes something like this, “Dude! You’ve got some baggage!.” Then hit the Mall for the perfect pair of wool socks, and later eat some good stuff at The Olive Garden. (Please notice that feeding my face gets slightly more emphasis than my fuzzy wool socks) It is just a fact of life that there are a subset of people who have no joy and do not want you to have any either. That is truly sad. If you run across one of these bad actors on the web, Facebook, Walmart, at a traffic light, or even at an actual ride remember those kind of people can show up anywhere. It isn’t personal (on your part) it’s definitely a personal problem on them. That’s too bad. So just smile and let your little light shine people! Don’t give up your ride dreams, or your fun, because you run across one or two (or God forbid three) bad actors.
Now I’m hungry.
Anyone want to drive to Kentucky?
What I wouldn’t give for some peach tea, cheese ravioli, salad, and bread sticks (don't forget the Alfredo dipping sauce). ☺