Last night I helped my good friend Jonathan pick up a computer (unfortunately not a Mac, since Jonathan is a fellow Mac user!) from his mother’s home in Tempe, and bring it back to his place in North Phoenix. For a while there, we were sweating bullets because the monitor was honkin’ huge...it was not a flatscreen panel...and I didn’t think I had my bungee cords to hold the thing in place, since there was not enough room in the back part of the cab.
Lo and Behold! I indeed had the bungee cords! All was well. So when we got going again to drive back from Tempe to Phoenix via the 101, which was 40 miles one-way or thereabouts, I drove at 55, and that’s something I haven’t done in quite awhile. It made me think of the time I moved out here, hauling the U-Haul trailer behind me...and I’ll just leave it at that.
I even drove home from Jonathan’s apartment at 55 too. Now I wonder why.