Born To Be Wild
What is it about guys and "making good time"? Whenever a guy makes a long road trip, he's got to make good time or, well, um, he's just a girlie-man. That's all there is to it.
Put any two guys together who've made the same trip from Point A to Point B, and right away they'll start comparing how long it took them. It doesn't matter which two points. Just any two points on the map that you're able to drive between.
Same goes for me. I definitely feel this sense of elation if not exaltation when I make a long drive quickly.
Today: Livonia, Michigan, to Woodstock, Maryland.
527 miles.
7 hours 53 minutes.
Booyah!
K-
And no tickets?
More important, how is your mother?
No tickets. I use the "7 MPH rule". I've been told that as long as you're under 7 MPH over the posted speed limit, the police won't bother you. (Inaccuracies/uncertainty in measuring speed I guess.) Nearly all the roads between here and Michigan are 65-70 MPH posted speed limit.
Mother is doing OK. She's gotten a lot of her strengh back in her left hand and leg. She can sit for extended periods in a wheelchair. At this point, everyone expects her to go home.
K-
Glad to hear your mother's doing better. And I use the "9 MPH rule" myself.
LOL TW... I do the same... Kem, I'm so glad your mother is doing better!