Hubby and I did a road rally today.
He drove. I navigated.
Yes, we are still speaking to each other!!
When Hubby first told me about the rally, Evil Twin asked why the road needed to rally.
I explained that it wasn't a baseball game and we did not have to root for our home team to score runs. We were given a list of instructions supposedly explaining our route from point A to B without seeing state-altering signs such as "Welcome to Oklahoma", " Welcome to Louisianna", " Welcome to New Mexico", "Bien Venidos a Mexico", or "Road Ends. Ocean Ahead".
The rally was centered around local airports. As we drove around north Texas in triple-digit heat for several hours with the AC blasting, we were supposed to look for windsocks or airport signs and decipher instructions that looked liked this:
- STOP - Got that one!
- Left at RidgeCrest Circle, Right - Uh....
- Straight, Left on Dove Hollow - Double Uh...
- Left on ToNoWhere Parkway - Oops. Can't do that. It parallels the road we are on.
We had to answer questions along the route. But sometimes they were not to be answered. What-the-Scorched Flying Bird Poop?
I was a bit concerned when I was told to turn onto AA Bumgarner Road. I was imagining poor little AA in junior high with a name like that. Later we had to turn onto Morris Dido Newark Something. I had to take a second look at that one before I read it to Hubby.
We saw Dido again. This time it was the United Methodist Church and it was down the street from Kenneth Copeland's Cult.....er...Ministries' complex and private strip.
Ahem. Air strip.
Before all the fun started, Hubby and I walked around a flight museum at the starting point of the rally.
I identified my next ride:
Hubby pondered winged birds while Evil Twin eyed that cute little weapon:
We don't know if we won anything at the rally. I doubt it. We didn't hang around to find out. We had fun but we decided that leftovers and couch-camping in front of the TV are the exciting plans for tonight.