Just the other morning, #2+#3+#4 set out early, Bama bound. Dealer trades are stacking up and drivers are getting busier and busier. On this particular morning, Mom had VBS to work at and Dad has his job to do of course as well. Taylor seized this opportunity immediately! This though, would be her first Dealer trade without an adult escort. So, Chandler and I, tagged along. We knew it'd be interesting, fun, and guaranteed entertainment.
Before exiting for the drive, pictures were taken:)
"Diesel Fuel ONLY!" reminder notes from Maddie were hung,
and after some checked out every feature in the car,
we were off.
Chandler's monkey settled in for the 12 hour drive,
and I decided which of these to partake of first..
...after gazing out the incredible glass ceiling. A very cool op for pictures:)
Reading was chosen, until
we craved a movie. I only had my touch though and, who wants to hold a touch for hours?
Mmm.....improvise...AH! Headset+audio input cord = free hands and the movie playing throughout the car.
Nice:)
We were cruising so smoothly until.....
Chandler cut the calm with a worried,"What is that?! Is that a bridge?!Oh no,....that's a bridge."
It was indeed a bridge coming into Taylor's and my view. Chandler's view,
instantly became her toes.
If you hadn't figured out already, she does not sit easy when we must cross over bridges with a large body just beneath.
Popping up to check and with a relieved sigh saying, "Oh, it's gone!
"Waaait. What is that? Wha.....what are those??"
Oh my dear Chandler, those are 2 more bridges of course!
Toes.
And as Chandler became an ostrich, I took advantage of the ceiling.
Bridges, gone.
Well, until the ride back home.......;)
Chandler had these in to calm herself for a bit.
*gasp*
"They're gone!"
;)
A few hours go by and we arrive in Mobile. As we sat at a light, seagulls began swarming down to the waiting cars. With the roof, it looked like they were coming right on us! We all laughed hysterically half scared and half amused as we scrambled for a camera.
We pull into the dealership and step out into the scorching heat.
We say goodbye to the old car and
helllo to the new "Silver One!".
Loading up our new car and documenting our new ride (I had worried salesmen inside pondering what I was doing taking pictures!;),
we get news that we need to wait 1 hour for the check.
Ok.
So, we go searching for lunch and chose to pull into a less than desirable Mcdonalds.
Um,...we won't be seeing that building in the....future...yea. I liked the idea of taking shelter i mean, eating, in the car.
mmmm.
An hour later, we're on the road, check in our possession.
Hours later and familiar sights are back in our path.
(Chandler found this very amusing. Notice the title of the song;)...I did not put that picture with it;)
Halllo there again, Chandler's favorite bridge!;)
The massive Kia plant whizzed by again and monkey waved hello.
Hunger struck again and the search was on for a subway. A simple mission, right? Oooh, that's what we thought.....oh! We were so wrong. I eventually suggested to Taylor that we start a guide telling about our adventures to all the worst, scariest, most horrific Subways in the south. We must have cruised ignorantly into 6 different little towns advertising a Subway. Then, we whizzed, now aware and totally frightened right out of 6 little towns hoping to get out and never return again.
At last, we happily (cheers were sung) pulled into this cute little subway.
Not an ounce of horror! *OooOo RaRe!*
Success.
The sun suddenly disappeared and downtown Atlanta re-apperaed.
2 CSI's and 3 movies later,
at last, Taylor pulled into Dwight Harrison and parked the car.
We did it! She did it!
We. Are. Home!
Definitely a dealer trade to always remember:)
Oh the stories we now have.....
yea....I think i'm gunna go start that guide now.
Tagline:
'Hungry? In the south? On the Highway? Craving Subway? Crave something else. Unless you're craving heart pumping and never stopping fear, DO NOT exit!'
Hm.
I think it's catchy.
:)
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