Objects May Be Closer Than They Appear

The I-10 corridor headed eastbound out of San Antonio was fast on Saturday as we headed home. We had to head back to Atlanta. Alas, finals were upon us. I wanted to stay one more day in San Antonio. I admit, I acted like a borderline 5 year old who didn't want to leave the candy store. I was having too much fun!

But here at Road Trippin', we can have fun in a car. That's the point silly! We knew we were driving toward the rain. We chose I-10 because the serious stuff was north of us on I-20. That and neither of us had ever driven through Houston. So it was another city to check off the list.

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I commented driving through Dallas, and I will comment again about the drive through Houston: Texas drivers stink! I know my cousin is going to read this. Oh no, I'm not apologizing. I have never seen such crap driving. Not even in Atlanta. Well, maybe a little. But this was magnified. Repeat after me, "The left lane is for passing!!" The last time I recall such selfish driving was in Minnesota. And ya know, I-35 is connected from MN to TX...I'm just saying.

It was a true test to Rich's driving abilities. Well, maybe not abilities, but definitely patience. I mean really, do you have to speed up when someone is trying to pass you because you are going the speed limit? Who drives the speed limit? 6-15 mph over (depending on which state, what time of day and where you're driving) at least!

And then we saw him:

He was like a little silver bullet cutting through the traffic. We knew we had to join his little party. We stayed on him for about 100 miles, going...well, let's just say we made some good time. We enjoyed watching him zig and zag...nimble little sucker that he is. He did this in ways that, alas, we could not. But we always caught up to him.

We finally decided to back off and let the Porsche ride off into the sunset. We looked at each other and sighed, "That was fun."

Just as I was settling in for some "at the speed limit limit" driving I looked in the rear view and saw this guy:

Ladies and gentlemen the Chrysler 300...uh, well, just a 300. Not a 300 SRT8. Now that would have been a fun little game. He tried to keep up, but failed miserably. When we were in Phoenix a couple weeks ago one of the students was a 300 SRT8 owner. He referred to it as his "Executive Muscle Car". This was a case where the object was not closer than it appeared.

Ah, good times.