Monday morning, pretty much on a whim, I got in the car at 6:30 a.m. and drove to Boca Raton, FL. It was my daughter's birthday and she had been down there visiting friends for a week, so it seemed like the thing to do. The drive takes almost 12 hours, but it went by pretty quickly with only my own eating, drinking and bathroom needs to consider.
Whenever I travel, I always learn something. Even when it's 700 miles on I-95. For example, on this trip, I learned a great deal about the state of Georgia. Did you know what the state symbol of Georgia is?
Yes, it's the orange construction barrel. I know this because as soon as I entered the state, the speed limit dropped to 50 and the road was lined with a non-stop procession of these items. Georgia is PROUD of its state symbol!
I understand that the roads must be improved, but having a construction zone that is a whole state long is a little problematic. First of all, I had grown accustomed to my perky rate of 77 mph on the 70 mph road for the past two states. Speeding fines are doubled if men are working. No problem. But if I am going to slow down that much, could they post some HOT construction workers every few miles. Give us something to look at as we are crawling through the state!
Second of all, they should have warned me in South Carolina when I ordered that medium (fast food mediums are HUGE!!!) Coke at McDonald's. When I travel and need my caffeine, I like it in the original, full-sugar format. The Coke kicked in between exits in Georgia leaving me desperate for a rest stop with no way to speed up to get there faster.
How did I know that I was leaving Georgia? Well, the orange construction barrels came to an abrupt halt. Then, in the distance, I saw:
...hence, the raindrops on my window!
Di
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