Sometimes when I drive cross country, it seems certain states become cursed–at least for that particular journey. When I drove east across Wyoming in 1998, it seemed everything went wrong in the home state of one of our nation’s greatest Vice Presidents. And I was grateful to cross the line into Nebraska.
On this trip, it seemed there was a jinx (at least for me) on the freeways in the Tarheel State. In Raleigh, Mapquest told me to get onto I-440 South, only when I reached the appropriate interchange, there was no 440 South, only East or West, yet each of those directions had been newly painted onto the signs. I headed in the wrong direction and ended up exiting the freeway at an interchange that did not allow me to back on in the opposite direction.
Yesterday, a misty rain made driving difficult as well as straight male rubberneckers checking out an attractive young woman who had drive her car off the road and into a ditch in the median. And while my co-blogger gave me perfect directions to his home, save for transposing the digits in the address in one (of two) texts identifying the location of his residence, the North Carolina Department of Transportation did not see fit to identify that the exit for North 485.
And this morning, I ended up heading in the wrong direction on that very freeway (this time possibly due to my own error) on my way to meet PatriotMom for breakfast.
Now while the Tarheel State may have been jinxed freeway-wise, it was anything but disappointing people wise. [Read more…]