Cali,
My wife has found a great place to sit, when I drive through mountains. She tucks herself neatly up under the dash board, and closes her eyes. I guess you might get the impression it scares the bejeezers out of her -
Of course she's always yelling things like, "You're driving too fast!," and "When we get out of here, I'm going to saw your legs off at the knees!" An idle threat (so far.). Especially since I've slowed down by that point to a speed that semi trucks pass me on the upgrade -
Every time we take the bus from Madrid to Bilbao, and return, she spends her time telling me, in a low voice, how she's so damned mad at the driver that when we hit the mid point and stop, she's going to make sure that guy will never be able to have kids -
I just try to calm her down, and tell her we're going to be fine, and she ain't buying a word of it.
By the time we hit the stop, I'm ready for a triple-triple anything, just to get what's left of my jangled nerves settled down enough that I can make the rest of the trip.
Anyway, from what I've seen, Spain's highways aren't quite up to the caliber of Minnesota and Wisconsin, except they have about 15 million less pot-holes per mile than our two fair states have.
Wolf (Whose wife hasn't done anything bad to a bus driver. Not yet anyway! -
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