|Kind of bayou looking|
There was a huge television screen with the weather channel on. Lots of Texas stuff, but the best is the trash campaign. I got a little sticker that says Don't Mess With Texas. The woman told me it was the slogan of the litter program, in use for over 30 years. I guess because so many people throw out the literature, they also give you a bag to carry it in.
And that was the last impressive thing I saw before getting through, by the skin of our teeth (me and the Turtle), the Dallas / Fort Worth craziness. The woman at the Welcome Center advised taking I 20 as it 'went south of all that mess'. If that was south of the mess, I never want to be IN the mess. People drive faster than in South Florida by a long shot. At one point, I needed - or thought I did - to change lanes. Checking out my side mirrors was like a horror movie, cars and trucks zooming into it and beyond. I stayed in the lane I was in, held on tight and drove that poor Turtle like it has probably never been driven before. I did find out, for one harrowing moment, that it can go 70 mph if asked in a prayerful screech.
|Any good guesses beside giant spark plugs?|
The sun is about to spill over the horizon, the air is still cool (it's hot in the day here) and I'm taking off.
Have a...oh, I can't think of anything this morning yet! Coffee, then clever.