Daniel's Driving

I thought I'd had enough of the cheesy, alliterative post titles and was going to give you all a break from them. Then I changed my mind - you're stuck with them. For the next three months. 

I just want to backtrack for a minute and mention our travel day from Danvers, North Boston, to Seattle. At 0631 we were sat in our car, in the parking lot, pleased as punch. We were only one minute late, a new record by far, and according to our Tom Tom only thirty-five minutes away from the airport. If we arrived just after 0700 we'd have plenty of time to return the car and catch a shuttle to the terminal for our 0900 flight. All was good until we turned out of the car park and hit a wall of traffic - the fact that it was pitch black and pissing down with rain didn't help. After seventy-five minutes (and two trial separations and a near-divorce) we pulled into the car yard, jumped out into the rain and straight onto an empty shuttle bus which took us direct to our terminal. Crisis averted. Marriage counseling still necessary. The flight was then late off the tarmac so we arrived in Detroit with just enough time to make our connection. The plane was full of soldiers, most in uniform, which was kind of cool - it felt very American.

For the most part the driving is going well. I've got a few gray hairs now, but at least we returned the car in one piece. Some of the road rules over here are bizarre, mainly because we haven't yet figured them out. We still have no idea what to do at a 4-way stop-signed intersection. We just sit there looking like dumb tourists until someone waves us through or honks at us loudly enough. Our current car has California plates, so up in Washington that worked surprisingly well.

Not Our Hire Car (Boston)