On Driving
by Zia ~ August 15th, 2005. Filed under: Travel.We joined 101 at Astoria, and drove into Nothern California. There are now only two small sections of Highway 101/1 that we haven’t driven: from Crescent City to San Francisco and from Bellingham up to the Canadian border. Actually, disgraceful as it is, I’ve never been to Canada at all. Perhaps this is the next trip. I’m feeling the need to get out of the country, though I’m not really sure if Canada qualifies. Maybe we need to get out of North America entirely.
The Ford Battlestar Galactica was much more comfortable that anything we’re used to. My car, being 31 years old, is not the plushest of rides. Steve’s Jeep is a Jeep, which is to say wholly utilitarian. But the rental was also incredibly irritating. Lots of automated lights, a really annoying “Message Center,” which bleeped that an oil change was required. As used to bare bone vehicles as we are, neither one of us could take all this automated stuff.
I got back at it, though, by backing into a tree.
Yes. Sigh, I really did. The damage wasn’t huge–just a small dent. Still we fretted the entire way back up the coast. And every time we passed a crunched car, Steve said, “Oh look, they ran into a tree too.” Now that’s partnerly support.
Got back, and rental guy said it was fine. So all’s well that ends well on that front.