Usually, I don’t talk about my driving adventures all that much only because it’s purely mundane. Work, the grocery store, library, school……places around town that consisted of pavement or old brick roads. Well, Thursday was a different driving experience.
The gravel road.
Now, I’m not just talking about tarred gravel, I’m referring to rock gravel. I went to go visit a friend of mine who lives about 30 minutes from me, not thinking about gravel at all, and the last time I drove gravel, someone else was with me and I wasn’t doing it alone. Well………..not only did I drive one gravel road, I drove FOUR gravel roads. Two separate roads on the way there, and two on the way home. And trust me, I was terrified. I thought I was going to die on multiple occasions. Some of the thoughts that ended up screaming at me were:
I’m gonna die
My car is going to fall apart before I get there
Is something burning?!?
What if I fall into a ditch somewhere and I can’t get help?
What if my phone dies?!?!?
Well, clearly nothing too tragic happened. I survived, my car, does not clearly have the superheroic ability to run on gravel roads, and it is actually standing upright. All screws, nuggets, doors, pieces were where they were supposed to be and after having a wonderful visit with my friend and her family on their farm, I am content to stay only on….
The Road Less Graveled