Saturday, September 11, 2004
Early Christmas
Everyone who can remember anything about their childhood (age about 14 and below) will remember the exitement.
They should also remember wishing it were here while it was still September.
Already, I'm trying to decide what I want for Christmas. Of course there will have to be the usual stocking candy, but then I might want some Hot Wheels, and definitly some Legos, etc. etc. etc.
One Christmas Santa gave us a vacation to Baltimore. It was wonderful. Everything was planned out wonderfully (see my Dad's blog by going back to my main page, and compare this with a road trip...) and we got to do everything.
We went on a Coast Guard craft, with some weapons on it, and we got to go in a submarine. The whole time we were down there, I was looking for the button to make the whole thing dive. Obviously however it had been carefully disabled, or cleverly hidden; I never found it. I think that's why we got home alive.
We also got to see the most AWESOME aquarium EVER. They had huge tanks with sharks and fish and turtles and everything! It was the best trip ever. (again, compare to a road trip.) But the trip home was quite welcome. However, it did not go so well.
The first incedint was a rear-ending. A car, going probably 85 MPH hit us, going about 60, right at the top of a hill. We practically slid down the hill, but the brakes did not stop fast enough; a police officer came right up next to us almost immidiatly. Noting the damage in both of our cars, he asked if it was anything more than a "fender bender." For us, no big deal. The man behind us, however, had MUCH more trouble. When he stopped his engine, we found out later that it took him fifty minutes just to get it going again, and then the radiator was busted, so about ten miles down the road, he totally broke down, with a broken fan belt too.
The next thing that happened was we spent about $60 on gas; we were nearly out and our Suburban takes up about 40 gallons in the tank. It was a severe overprice in my opinion. I've decided that when I grow up I'll make a gas station that sells gas 5 cents per gallon higher than the gallon of fuel cost me. It'll be around $1.50.
We were within twelve miles of home when a bad driver hit us. In a firetruck. This time it was us who was in trouble; plus the firetruck, sirens blaring, just drove right off! We reported to the policeman who arrived about fifteen minutes later, who said that there must have been a "raging fire." We managed to get home, and call a tow truck.
What I summed up from the whole thing is: Road trips work not; but when luck is against you, just don't go ANYWHERE.
They should also remember wishing it were here while it was still September.
Already, I'm trying to decide what I want for Christmas. Of course there will have to be the usual stocking candy, but then I might want some Hot Wheels, and definitly some Legos, etc. etc. etc.
One Christmas Santa gave us a vacation to Baltimore. It was wonderful. Everything was planned out wonderfully (see my Dad's blog by going back to my main page, and compare this with a road trip...) and we got to do everything.
We went on a Coast Guard craft, with some weapons on it, and we got to go in a submarine. The whole time we were down there, I was looking for the button to make the whole thing dive. Obviously however it had been carefully disabled, or cleverly hidden; I never found it. I think that's why we got home alive.
We also got to see the most AWESOME aquarium EVER. They had huge tanks with sharks and fish and turtles and everything! It was the best trip ever. (again, compare to a road trip.) But the trip home was quite welcome. However, it did not go so well.
The first incedint was a rear-ending. A car, going probably 85 MPH hit us, going about 60, right at the top of a hill. We practically slid down the hill, but the brakes did not stop fast enough; a police officer came right up next to us almost immidiatly. Noting the damage in both of our cars, he asked if it was anything more than a "fender bender." For us, no big deal. The man behind us, however, had MUCH more trouble. When he stopped his engine, we found out later that it took him fifty minutes just to get it going again, and then the radiator was busted, so about ten miles down the road, he totally broke down, with a broken fan belt too.
The next thing that happened was we spent about $60 on gas; we were nearly out and our Suburban takes up about 40 gallons in the tank. It was a severe overprice in my opinion. I've decided that when I grow up I'll make a gas station that sells gas 5 cents per gallon higher than the gallon of fuel cost me. It'll be around $1.50.
We were within twelve miles of home when a bad driver hit us. In a firetruck. This time it was us who was in trouble; plus the firetruck, sirens blaring, just drove right off! We reported to the policeman who arrived about fifteen minutes later, who said that there must have been a "raging fire." We managed to get home, and call a tow truck.
What I summed up from the whole thing is: Road trips work not; but when luck is against you, just don't go ANYWHERE.
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Uhh, just as a word of warning.. you really don't have to believe this. Some of it is false. Hey, Dave Barry does it, why not me?
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