i love speed

No…not the drug…but I bet it got your attention. However, I do love to drive fast. Always have, and probably always will. Quite frankly, I blame my parents, cuz it’s easier that way, but unfortunately they don’t pay for the tickets. The only way they could get me to sleep as a baby was driving me around in a car…and every family vacation has consisted of road trips, and getting there quickly. Beating our time was very important. So much so, my sister and I had cups thrown at us in the backseat to take care of business…thankfully my mom had mercy on us and Dad was forced to stop. However, I’ve had my fair share of shady truck stops. Because of this “need to speed” and to beat time, I now do my best to make as few stops as possible any time I go on a road trip.

I like to categorize myself as a good bad driver. Yeah, think about that for a minute. Wait for it…wait for it…got it? This basically means I drive somewhat over the speed limit, I have been known to tail a few people in my time and I most definitely like to weave in and out of lanes getting ahead. But, I’m good at it, so I’m not reckless to those around me—although that’s a personal opinion. My friends have learned to trust me—they don’t usually say anything—they know I can handle an SUV like a race car. But when I start weaving a little too much, and they start to go stiff and grab the handle above the door, that’s when I know I’m pushing it a little too much. I think I might have been a good race car driver. Makes sense, it runs in my genes—my mom used to drag race. If you know my mom at all, and didn’t know that little unknown fact, that would come as quite a shocker. She’s a cute little petite classy woman—but man…put her in a stick shift…Danika ain’t got nothin’ on her!

This past weekend the roomies and I headed to Beaumont for a wedding…so it was road trip time. I for one was VERY impressed with not only our mad navigating skillz but the time we made. I kept saying all weekend, “I am SO proud of us.” I don’t think Ally and Britt were as enthused, they were just grateful we reached land.

At one point, because of the crazy construction taking place around 45S/75S and the curvy roads, I took quite a sharp turn on an exit for Farm Road 150S. At this point, Britt grabbed the handle up above her, and just started praying out loud. I’m immune to how quickly I go, but when she goes stiff and starts grabbing things around her to remain upright, that’s when I know I should slow it down. She blamed me for her abs being sore from trying to stay upright for 5.5 hours there and back (actually, 5 hours, because I beat my time. I digress). So at this particular time, Britt says, “Thank you Jesus for your safety on the road, and I pray that you would continue to watch over us and keep us safe,” and right at that point, I took this curve and this HUGE, ginormous statue of Jesus was right in front of us. We all gasped, and I screamed out loud, “HE HEARD YOU!” We just died laughing and almost had to make an unplanned pit stop. Down below is “Jesus.” We snapped the pic on the way back, so it loses some of the bampow in the dark. Enjoy…and if you ever take 150S…know Jesus will be there. Happy Trails!

“she’s a pretty girl” on the road