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Jul 10, 2010 04:49

Randomly wound up in Michigan wine country today. Need to go again, only as a planned trip (arriving a bit earlier, for one thing, and with a camera. And maybe a designated driver.)

Also, hate yuppies so much. Walked through a huge crowd of them making anti-Mac jokes (as a coincidence, actually, wasn't meant to be inflammatory, though didn't care if it was. Many were webcomic based, so maybe there were mixed signals.) Avoid Traverse during the Cherry Festival, I guess I'm saying.

Totally should have offered to take picture of four chicks in jeep taking turns with individual pics in front of sunset over bay. Was too distracted by sick but relevant joke from earlier. Must put in the "take advantage of opportunity next time" file. Not that I'm going to score too many points with the skinny college chicks (I'm guessing they were 18-mid 20s, hard to tell at 60mph, though at least one of them had to be over 16, and they were probably all over 21, being it is wine country. Also, couple colleges nearby.) Especially being 5-10 years older, and almost twice the weight, of any one of them (my car is worth more than theirs, at least). But, you know, maybe pave the way for some asshole by pointing out not all older guys who look a little weird are just creeps. Eh, maybe we're all better off with my having been stuck on the jokes revolving around trunk space after all.

Somebody learned to listen when I yell "Empty parking lot!" while driving. He'll never read this, most likely, so let's all make fun of him now. I usually misbehave when I can't possibly get caught. I've done well over sixty through our local Mal-Wart parking lot, by myself (seagulls were involved). A wide open space with plenty of room to stop if anyone is coming just begs for car antics, especially when the cops can't touch you. In Michigan, at least, they really can't respond unless the property owner calls them. And then, they still can't get you for moving violations (except for a couple, like failing to yield to pedestrians, which have specific pertinence to parking lots. Though, reading these things, I know exactly which handicap spots I can park in without penalty, so there are practical applications. (For the record, here, they have to be marked in blue and posted above ground. I'm not sure if that's actually ADA rules or not, so check your local laws. All I know is that I can park right on top of a yellow wheelchair stick figure, as long as it is flanked by yellow lines, and there's no other indication of space specificity at eye level or higher. Did it at least twice today.)) In summary, If I'm driving, and you hear "Empty parking lot!" brace yourself. In my car, from a dead stop and yelling pretty quick, I'm at 40 by the end of "lot!" That's usually when I start making sharp turns. I also stop pretty hard when I find a good spot. I think the ultimate lesson is "Always wear your safety belt." And yes, I did grow up in the '80s, translation: "Seatbelt, Motherfucker!!"

My paragraphs are growing exponentially longer as I drink. Something tells me I should stop before "I don't remember posting on LJ" Land, though I've probably been there a couple hours at this point.
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