On the drive back to Austin I noticed some things.
An inn in Belton by the name of River Forest. I have noticed the inn before, initially drawn in by the cute sign you can see from the highway as you approach. But the actual appearance of the inn as you pass it on I35 is...not very appealing. Blue and yellow color theme and with an aura of creeper hangout. On this passing though, the name really stood out. River Forest. How quaint a name for an area bereft of a river or any forest to speak of.
Someone almost killed my brand new car. The moron must have been distracted as he was passing (on my right like a douche anyway) and he started to enter my lane. Luckily, I was paying attention and swerved off into the shoulder but didn't even hit the road guard with its tale-tale sound before he realized what was happening. We locked eyes for a moment, he was surprised, I was surely surprised and quizzical, a second later exclaiming "come on, I just bought this car" knowing full well he couldn't hear me. Though the lack of tags on the vehicle would surely be a clue.
I stopped in Hillsboro to hit up the most southernly placed Braums in the state. I missed my Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Sundae...and undoubtedly risked the livelihood of my car myself by going about eating it while driving. Even with cruise control I was having issues and succeeded in dirtying my seat belt strap with its first droplets of ice cream. I considered it a consummation of sorts.
An inn in Belton by the name of River Forest. I have noticed the inn before, initially drawn in by the cute sign you can see from the highway as you approach. But the actual appearance of the inn as you pass it on I35 is...not very appealing. Blue and yellow color theme and with an aura of creeper hangout. On this passing though, the name really stood out. River Forest. How quaint a name for an area bereft of a river or any forest to speak of.
Someone almost killed my brand new car. The moron must have been distracted as he was passing (on my right like a douche anyway) and he started to enter my lane. Luckily, I was paying attention and swerved off into the shoulder but didn't even hit the road guard with its tale-tale sound before he realized what was happening. We locked eyes for a moment, he was surprised, I was surely surprised and quizzical, a second later exclaiming "come on, I just bought this car" knowing full well he couldn't hear me. Though the lack of tags on the vehicle would surely be a clue.
I stopped in Hillsboro to hit up the most southernly placed Braums in the state. I missed my Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Sundae...and undoubtedly risked the livelihood of my car myself by going about eating it while driving. Even with cruise control I was having issues and succeeded in dirtying my seat belt strap with its first droplets of ice cream. I considered it a consummation of sorts.
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