Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Rocky Mountain High
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang:
As for the actual car ride from H-Town to Denver, the 1st leg was beyond brutal. I opted to take a route thru Dallas, Oklahoma and Kansas, not knowing the massive amount of construction underway leaving most stretches in Texas and Oklahoma with only 2 lanes. In the dark of the night we were like two equal magnet poles repelling between barreling 18-wheelers and cement dividers. I was experiencing onset night blindness (which may or not be a real diagnosis) and worst of all car seemed to be was floating along the highway like a small dingy on the rough open seas.
Every worst case scenario crossed my mind. We would not make it alive, we would end up in a backwoods town never to be heard from again (insert "Dueling Banjos", I would have to find a mechanic who would charge me money I didn't have to fix the problem. Our adventure was almost over before it began.
What went wrong? I accidentally pushed the button “TRAK off” in my rig which I didn’t even know existed after 6 years of driving the same SUV. The traction control was unengaged. It felt as if we were floating … Was the car going to take flight and do barrel rolls? Too bad I neglected to pack our leather aviator helmets and Victorian Steampunk goggles.
We spent the night in Oklahoma City to calm my nerves and troubleshoot. After sending a picture of my dash board to a friend who Googled how to get us out of this dastardly setting we sped off to Colorado. Tires firmly on the pavement.
Mom 1. Death 0.
Rocky Mountain High:
Cruising down I-70W, John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High” song came on Pandora just as the mountains in the distance became visible. Timed so perfectly it was like a movie.
The tunes blasted “Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again”.
I knew I had made the right decision for the 3 of us. We were home. Finally.
