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my ability to drive without sleeping is in direct relationship to my ability to trust the person i'm road tripping, both their driving and not getting lost while i'm asleep.
the first time i drove from the west coast to the east coast, i was with my dingy girlfriend, who is long on loyalty and extremely conservative/cautious sensibilities and quite short in navigational sense (i.e. reading highways reading highway signs).
anyway, she also drove so slow that the pre-fab homes would pass by. to top it off, her furrowed brow and almost expectant look of impending doom never seemed to inspire much confidence from me.
i think she drove MAYBE four hours of that trip?
and no, i don't think i even blinked when she drove. : )
Having once lived in a fabricated home, I literally spit out my water as I read this.
Have I ever mentioned I'm long on projected enthusiasm and short on brains?
I just may very well be the "dingy" friend Gypsy mentioned. Or at least, a close second.
As for navigation, I actually now own two GPS's... and accidentally had them set to two different locations... going in different directions... while visiting a new church a few weeks ago. (I was actively using one of the GPS's... the other was tucked away in my backpack, which I'd forgotten about, but was still on.)
First of all, I couldn't understand why I was hearing multiple voices in my own car when I was the only one present. Second, I couldn't figure out why one voice would tell me me to "Go Left" and the other would tell me to "Go Right." It was literally like having the little devil figure on one shoulder and angel figure on the other, both telling me to take opposite actions.
Roh, you bring up an excellent point about safety and caution while traveling. I'm so sorry for your experience and am just glad you weren't harmed. My brother and I stayed at a youth hostel one night in which a room is shared by several different people. My brother is extremely outgoing and I'm definitely an introvert--I retired to the girls' quarters early in the evening and he went out to the main court and stayed up late to chat with people. Unfortunately, at some point, one of them wound up stealing his credit card and charging multiple thousands of dollars on it (he was buying works of art) before they were able to freeze the card.
My only bad experience at the hostel was one girl who pressured each of us to give her money, claiming she would pay us back. I know as Christians we are to be compassionate and generous, but sometimes something doesn't feel right and this was one of those times. I gave her $10 and wish I hadn't because of how obligated I felt, but it was just one of those things.
Safety should be everyone's number one priority when traveling!
Though it cost more, we stayed at hotels the rest of the trip instead. I would stay at hostels again, but only if we had a larger group (so that, for instance, there was more than one of us staying in each of the male/female residencies.)
i love bridges too. old ones. covered ones. and big ones. probably my sentimentally favorite bridge is the chesapeake bay bridge tunnel.
if you ever get a chance to cross it, i think it's well worth it. it's almost 18 miles from shore to shore, and these two sections of bridges are connected by a pair of mile long tunnels.
i love that when you're in the middle of it, you can't see land in front of you or in your rear view mirror--it really does feel like you're only surrounded by water on a bridge that does seem to move a little when one of those giant trucks flies by in the oncoming traffic.
when i googled for a picture, i found out it is listed as the 9th scariest bridge.
whatever.
check it out. it's a modern wonder and about as cool as steel and iron can get.
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funny you say that. i am exactly the same way. there's nothing better than a road trip, and it's even better when you can zonk out for an hour or two. : D
my ability to drive without sleeping is in direct relationship to my ability to trust the person i'm road tripping, both their driving and not getting lost while i'm asleep.
the first time i drove from the west coast to the east coast, i was with my dingy girlfriend, who is long on loyalty and extremely conservative/cautious sensibilities and quite short in navigational sense (i.e. reading highways reading highway signs).
anyway, she also drove so slow that the pre-fab homes would pass by. to top it off, her furrowed brow and almost expectant look of impending doom never seemed to inspire much confidence from me.
i think she drove MAYBE four hours of that trip?
and no, i don't think i even blinked when she drove. : )