[RockSnake]

I have to agree, both on the prose and the terrain. Just returned from visiting my father in FAR north Georgia. Drove around that corner of GA, NC, SC...just beautiful. Couldn't take the cobra (no room for the children), but I spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like to really drive that area.

The weather here in N. Texas allows year-round driving, but the scenery is fairly constant...and not too challenging.

While I'm here, I might as well tell a story of my own. It was a dark and stormy night...no wait that's not my story.

Recently, I chose to drive the project car to work. Events required that I take my son to school first, so I was very late getting started to the office. Also, traffic was building quickly. So, I took a back-road known for police activity, and just planned to keep it calm. At the last red-light before a couple miles of open road, a "kid" pulled-up next to me.

It was a classic rice-burner...load megaphone mufflers, loud "music", bad hair. I was struck by the thought of 'turn the volume down on something, 'cause I can't hear my pipes'. We each had a car between us and the light, so no real shenanigins were imminent. But that evil shoulder-angel whispered in my ear, and at about 15mph, I stomped it just long-enough to smoke the tires and avoid hitting the car in front of me.

Well, that got him going. He hit it hard, and changed lanes behind me. I'd guess he was doing about 70 when he passed me (the rest of us were doing 45)...and I just grinned. A mile or two up the road, I saw the bubble-gum machines casting their red and blue lights. That evil shoulder-angel just chuckled "boy is this greaat!"