Driving Miss S
Yesterday, as a means to avoid crippling post-Thanksgiving Toronto traffic, S and I opted to try the "avoid-highways" technique of getting home. While theoretically simple - just stick to major routes that are going in the right general direction - the hitch tends to lie in the differences between the map and reality. There's also that little issue of the other cars that happen to be driving in the same direction as you.
Sometimes, this leads to bottlenecks, and since we are driving single lanes in each direction, there is a single line of cars stretching on and on. This happened just before Peterborough, so S persuaded me to U-turn out of the line and attempt a backroads route. We overshot and had to backtrack a bit, but found our way eventually. Another time that S made me U-turn, I managed to pull over onto a deceased porcupine, which S informed me would puncture the tire, and what was I thinking. The tire wasn't punctured, needless to say, and we didn't need to turn around, either.
Somehow, I was convinced by S to drive the whole darn thing, which took some 6 hours. Exhausting. Fortunately, the scenery was lovely.
Boy, that S has you whipped!
It's funny how I keep listening to S, when it always seems to get me into trouble. Remind me to not do that.
Wah-Pah! Wah-Pah! Hehehe ... whipped ... so naughty ... I'm such a child