Spent $55 at the garage where they told me my brakes were perfect. Make that $80 plus with the built in cost of retail therapy. Don't question me.
Stewed for 1/3 of the trip about how I should have been home already.
Got over it on the last 2/3s.
Wished everyone slower than me would get out of my way. Over and over again.
Played leap-truck with the semis. I stop, they pass, I spend the next hour passing them all again. Repeat.
Ate a full box of junior mints faster than you can spell 'devoured' and then wondered why I didn't get reese's cups since I like them way more.
Drove 700km in 8 hours while the heat registered 36 degrees in the car. Wished I had air conditioning so my hair wasn't so messy.
Breathed a sigh when I finally spotted my mountians.
Consequently fell in love with the song St. Peter's Cathedral. Take a listen.
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