I am back in Cotuit, doing the post-vacation inbox dance, but as it is lunch and I have much to bloviate, bloviate I shall.
I need a vacation.
Cruise control is one of those accessories that I never understood until driving 1,500 miles over three days. My right gluteus maximus, (aka, right ass-cheek) is seriously compromised from sitting too long in the same seat pushing the same gas pedal.
Those wireless dee-vices that purport to enable an iPod through the car radio? A sledgehammer is too good for them. Why I didn’t get an IceLink installed is beyond me. I need to hardwire the iPod … and now. (and yes, Uncle Fester, you were right two years ago)
Radar detectors are illegal in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Do the police have detectors for detectors?
(What is a “commonwealth” and are there any others than Massachusetts and Virginia?)
Why do highway signs now set off radar detectors? Is it to create false-hits to freak out lead-foots like me? Or is it some brilliant thing that permits the sign to go dark when there is no traffic, thus saving power, and light up when the radar sees a moving vehicle?
A Garmin GPS is one of life’s essentials and I am indebted to Fester for buying me mine.
Driving the Skyline Drive through the Shenandoah Vally on a foggy day is a moron move.
Angry customers will call me even when I take three days off. This makes my wife angry. 12-hour car rides are a good test for marital compatibility, or is it martial compatibility?
Charlottesville, Virgina is a better place to go to college than New Haven, Connecticut was in the late 1970s.
Never take me back to school shopping with a daughter and a wife who is a professional interior decorator. I act like a four-year old.