Don't text while driving, especially on winding country roads. That means you, huge shiny pickup truck crossing over into my lane!
You know you're from the country when a bad smell comes through your vents and you can immediately identify what kind of livestock generated said smell.
If I tilt my steering wheel as far up as it can go, maybe the airbag will hit me in the face if it were to go off instead of in the abdomen. I guess you know you're getting more mom-like when you'd prefer being hit in the face by a huge sack of air at a gazillion miles per hour.
Country roads can be so beautiful. I should stop and take a picture one of these days. I have pulled over on the side of this road before, and 2 cars stopped to check on me before 3 minutes had passed.
I'm blessed to have air conditioning, even though it doesn't seem to do much good on the way home. The car gets cool on the morning commute, but the AC is no match for the Alabama afternoon sun.
Sometimes, it takes longer to pull out at an intersection with only three cars puttering down the road than it would take in a big city.
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You're funny!
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