|(This is what I was after.)|
|(My reaction to things trying to stop the vaca.)|
|(Not Big Daddy Stewart's)|
The greatest feature of Dad's SUV was the cool touch-screen system control. The car I drive barely has an AM/FM radio, so having this full color GPS system and XM radio at my command was a real treat. It only took about one hundred miles, however, for me to get sick of the GPS lady, who we named Norma, telling me when and where to turn, and to "continue to proceed down the road," as if I would suddenly just stop the vehicle on the interstate. It also took as many miles to realize that the song "Party Rock" by LMFAO was being played on every other XM radio station on constant loop.
|(Touch Screen, Baby!)|
|(Every day I'm Shuffln')|
|(Sums up the Spanish words I know)|
|(Various uses. Bigger is better.)|
The good news is that it worked! Suddenly, El Displayo was back to being The Display! Relief washed over me like a warm breeze. I sat back and nodded my head to the beat of "Party Rock," which was playing on the radio, and continued trucking on down the road.
|(It was JUST like this.)|
Andy finally woke up about ten minutes later. He asked if he had missed anything exciting, and I said, "Oh no. Not a thing." Then we passed a travel sign that tipped Andy off we were on a different interstate than before he had napped.
|(Not actual sign. I DID NOT go that far north.)|
"Where are we?"
"Um, I am not sure. Alabama, I suppose."
"Why are we on a different road and WHY ARE WE GOING NORTH?!"
"Because Norma said to do it."
"Take the take exit. If there is no exit in five miles, pull to the side of the road."
|(The man who was selling the key chains.)|
After about ten minutes, Andy finally cracked and glanced over at me. He turned down "Party Rock" on the radio and said, "Spanish? Really, Keith?"
I responded with a simple, "Si," and on we rolled to Florida.