Wednesday, May 20, 2009

On the road again

As I mentioned in my last post, this past weekend I went to Idaho for my sister's graduation. I was so happy to be a part of such a significant event in her life, but I wasn't excited about the six hour drive to and from Nampa. With my 9-year-old nephew from BC to my parents' house and then having my parents join me from their house to Nampa, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The company sure was nice! When I got tired whilst I was stuck in traffic on the way to pick up my nephew, I called the Bibliophile and had a lovely chat with her, which helped with my fatigue.

The point of this post is a slight rant against Idaho drivers. Now, I admit that I am a born and bred Idahoan myself. I took driver's ed there and felt I received a wonderful education. The only problem with Idaho drivers (well the ones I encountered this weekend anyway) is that they tend to be poky. . . I can say that because my own father is an Idaho driver through and through and, well, he is poky, sometimes ultra poky, but I love him anyway. And in terrible weather conditions, be it snow or a severe thunderstorm, there's nobody else I'd rather ride with.

I have now been living in Utah for four years and I'm afraid I've become somewhat of a Utah driver. I'm still a safe driver, but I do like to go fast, or at least the speed limit. :) I was super irritated on the way to graduation Saturday because these poky Idaho drivers do not understand the idea that the far left lane is the fast lane. I was in a hurry to get to graduation and every time I turned around (or I guess in my case changed lanes), I was stuck behind a slow driver! And these weren't just going slow, they were going under the speed limit. It was really frustrating. My dad was quite amused by this and kept laughing at me. I guess it was good he did so because it helped me regain my cool.

Anyway, lest you think I'm anti-Idaho or something I should clarify: I very much love my home state and the people in it, including the slow drivers, except when I'm stressed and in a hurry. Then I learn the true meaning of the word patience. . .


Sarah Beu said...

Tammy - I feel the same way!! I commute to IF for work and it's awful! I think it's the rural feeling that makes them so "pokey" in your words. I've seen it in Nebraska too.

And no, I haven't forgotten you - I will call you, I just don't know when. I'm so sorry! Hope you're good! That's so awesome about your sister!

Ralph said...

Ha! Ha! Ha! Very Funny.