shop owner (Joann) was so sweet to go down to Killeen, TX to pick up my machine (and several other of her customers machines) so I only had to drive half the distance. Well, I was excited about having my machine back, so I set out early...too early in fact so I got my oil changed and my van washed (in hindsight I should have held off on the car wash until after I got back to San Angelo) and then hit the road. Some of the drama began in Eden. Yep Eden Texas. You get to drive hell bent for leather on the wide open flat roads, but when you get to the tiny towns you have to slow down to about 5 miles an hour. So you have to be alert to sudden speed changes, right? There were a lot of big tanker trucks on the road yesterday....I do wonder what was in their tanks. Maybe milk? Water for the parched land? Oil? Toxic waste? Who knows? Well one of the tankers and I got into a scuffle. It is true. I was just happily driving along looking at the prison that was RIGHT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD...and wondering what crimes someone does to be incarcerated in Eden? Eat too many apples? Talk to snakes? Mislead mankind? Who knows right? (I was having some great mental conversations with myself wasn't I?)
Well, the tanker behind me decided to initiate his turbo booster and blasted past me. I looked up and noticed that the speed limit was indeed going to increase back up to 70, so I began accelerating as well. At this point it is only the two of us on the road. He is going a normal speed, I am too...driving along hoping he will hit all the deer in the way instead of me, going back to my curious imagination...then tanker in front of me slows down and mud and stones begin flying up into my windshield. Damnit! I just had my van washed. Well, if you are going to be a wimp I am going to pass you. So I pull out to pass him. Not a soul in sight, the road was as flat as it could be, so off I go. Well the tanker starts to speed up and tries not to let me pass. Oh no....he is playing with me. Well, I don't have time for games. My sewing machine is waiting for me! So I gun it and we are drag racing along side one another for a bit (I bet he thinks I am just a regular mom in a regular mom mobile, right? Poor fella, he has no idea what he is dealing with!). You see my husband selected our van because it has something special about it's fuel injection or motor or something or other that I was not paying attention to, but I know in my mind that it goes fast. Now I know in real life it goes fast! Not only did I pass him, I also wanted to get well out of his way. I looked down at my speed thing and saw 110 mph. Not bad for a mom van? Oh and the engine was not miserable at all! I am pretty sure it could have given me more, but the trucker was well in the distance by this time, and I would have died if a deer (or a cow, or a sheep or a goat or a cowboy) wondered out in front of me so I slowed down. I am not ready to die yet. Too many things still to do and see. Too many quilts to make and bags to sew and kids to raise.