Cool Your Jets
…or in our case, our brakes.
There is a section of I-40 outside of Asheville, coming off of the Smokey Mountains (looks like Black Mountain on the map), where the grade is so steep that there are large warning signs about your brakes overheating if you ride them. This is especially a problem for trucks and/or RVs like ours.
By the time we got to the bottom, our brakes were smelling it up good. So decided to pull off at a Stuckey’s and let them cool down. Ended up buying a case of pecan rolls, enough for us to keep one and send one to each kid back home.
We were trying to get to Chapel Hill, which is a good 4 hours. We got all the way there and Angie decided we should bite the bullet and go all the way to Quantico – an idea I had suggested before we left Asheville, but one that she poo-pooed on at the time.
Women.
So we ended up driving about eight hours yesterday. But no more driving now until Tuesday. We’re having a nice, relaxing visit with Angie’s sister and brother-in-law all weekend.
May 24th, 2008 at 12:40 am
Historians have recorded that after 39 nine years wandering around in the dessert following Moses, the ancient Jewish women said “Just like a man not to ask for directions.”
May 24th, 2008 at 5:58 pm
Whomever’s idea it was to get to Quantico early – it was a good one!
..the sister…