Remembering My Drive to Wisconsin

For my move back to Wisconsin I rented a MINI-VAN, a vehicle small enough for me to drive, yet large enough to carry whatever belongings I obtained during my stint in NYC. Carol went along with me to pick it up at the JFK airport for what was my last subway ride...sigh! The subway doesn't run all the way there so we thought we'd transfer to a free shuttle bus, but... those have been replaced by the Airtrain or whatever the hell it's called. It cost money. Boo!

Once I had the vehicle all packed up and said my goodbyes I made my way out of Brooklyn, westward-bound toward the setting sun on a thousand-mile trek. I didn't screw up my directions too bad out of the city. I did take a wrong turn onto the Manhattan Bridge. Instead of taking the low-road I took the high-road and ended up in a different part of Manhattan where I wasn't supposed to be. Oh well, I backtracked here and there and finally made my way to the Holland Tunnel. Taxi-cab drivers honked angrily at me for blocking intersections and stuff but I didn't give a rat's ass. Cab drivers are always laying on their horns anyway, so who cares?

The rest of the trip was rather uneventful. 500 miles of rainy darkness across Pennsylvania and Ohio- nothing to see. I got a little tired, but I was driving straight through. I had to get my vehicle back within 24 hours and I didn't want to waste too much time, but I did nap a little at designated rest-stops. After a nap in Indiana the sun rose to a wonderful non-rainy summer day. I was amazed how green everything was. All the cities and towns, even Chicago all looked like cow-towns to me. Mooo! Haha, well I wasn't laughing once I got to the backroads of Wisconsin. I had gotten off the interstate system and was doing a dot and dash drive through little towns and countryside not really going fast at all. I now had plenty of time to get to my dad's, drop my stuff off there, then drive to Madison to return the vehicle so I was kinda driving slow. Even as slow as I was driving I got behind some grandpa going even slower than me. So I thought I'd kindly pass him so I wouldn't be tail-gating him. He had another idea. That fucking old bastard decided to step on the gas as I was next to him in the other lane. He wasn't going to let me pass! And then another car came around the bend in my lane and I had to hit the brakes and swerve immediately back behind him. What a nut-chugger! Then he flipped me off! Whatever! I wasn't sure what would cause him to react that way, until I remembered that my rental car had a MARYLAND license plate. He discriminated against me and almost caused me to die in a firey auto-wreck because of my out-of-state plates. Gee whiz!