Heard this on the radio this morning.
When I was married I wanted to go on a fly-and-drive holiday in the States.
But I couldn't drive, so my husband would be stuck with all the driving.
He took one look at the schedule and said NO.
It involved driving through Death Valley.
I honestly think that was the only issue, because he did enjoy driving, and saw me as a perfect passenger (I was). He didn't drink either, so no crimping his style in that respect. I was disappointed then and am more so now - I wish I had that as a memory.
Still; hot, hot, hot, don't like. Hope anyone driving through now has a well-serviced car and air conditioning
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