Monday, July 19, 2010
Turnpikes and Tollways
Okay, I understand that states are having difficulties keeping up with road repairs. I even admit that the decision to have toll roads makes some sense, at least when the tolls are used to cover the costs of needed repairs. However, when I'm driving on them, and I find they are not maintained any better than other primary throughfares, I am not happy. I'm also not happy to find the wide tollboth is usually the one that remains unmanned. That forces RVs and semitrucks to squeeze into the smaller space along with all the cars. Before Angela transitioned, she was NOT the cool-headed driver she is now. HE would have given the attendant an earful over having to test every driving skill available to avoid scraping the mirrors and paint off the RV while paying for the privilege of using these poorly maintained roadways. Yes, someone deserves to have their ears blasted for the situation, but not the attendants. So, yep, this is another Best Thing About Being Married to a Transsexual. I love her supurb driving and her level headed attitude.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Worry
My T, Angela, puts the big letters in WORRY WART. I mean she's far worse than your average Worry Wart with only two capital letters.
Our route has been been carefully selected, honed and perfected to weeks now. However, last night, the worrywarts began to appear. First it was, "I'm not sure I can make the corner to get the propane."
"The RV Park has been serving motor coaches our size for years. It won't be a problem," I said.
"She woke in a cold sweat, in the middle of the night, and said, "I don't think the RV will be allowed on the floating bridge."
"Semi's cross the Hood Canal on it all the time," said I. "We'll be fine."
"When the sun came up, it was, "They won't let us on the ferry with the tow car."
"If you want to worry about the ferry, consider what it going to cost us," I suggested.
"The route's not marked to Highway Five after we leave the peninsula."
"There will be signs," I promised
We got the propane without a problem, the floating bridge didn't sink, the ferry not only let us on, they charged us $87 and change, and we got to Freeway Five. Now, what worries me is how we are going to fit this big rig into most of the Canadian RV parks.
Our route has been been carefully selected, honed and perfected to weeks now. However, last night, the worrywarts began to appear. First it was, "I'm not sure I can make the corner to get the propane."
"The RV Park has been serving motor coaches our size for years. It won't be a problem," I said.
"She woke in a cold sweat, in the middle of the night, and said, "I don't think the RV will be allowed on the floating bridge."
"Semi's cross the Hood Canal on it all the time," said I. "We'll be fine."
"When the sun came up, it was, "They won't let us on the ferry with the tow car."
"If you want to worry about the ferry, consider what it going to cost us," I suggested.
"The route's not marked to Highway Five after we leave the peninsula."
"There will be signs," I promised
We got the propane without a problem, the floating bridge didn't sink, the ferry not only let us on, they charged us $87 and change, and we got to Freeway Five. Now, what worries me is how we are going to fit this big rig into most of the Canadian RV parks.
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