Midlife Crises

This is considered a guy thing, you get to go insane at the age of 45 and no one thinks worse of you. My friend, known at the forum as Powerslide gave me a lot of good tips on this subject, and I have indeed followed his advises extremely well on my trip. He said he has stretched his for five years now, and still going strong at it. I hope I have learned enough to do the same.

Every good midlife crises demands an idiotic car, a blond in the front seat, and a stupid, stupid plan that can not be followed. I had one of them down by nature, so only a car was missing and the planning being my forte, I had this all down.

Car, the blond and most of all a wallet full of cards were packed and a complete 180 from normal life was ready be experienced. A friend played my travel agent, I contacted him every time when I finally hit the wall with the roads, and needed a bed and a drink or a minute or two with an internet connection. A great arrangement, I literally have no idea what my credit card bill will say next month, since I handed over numbers to him and told him to deal with it. Oh well, after the car, who's counting?

 I took the time to think what I'm to do next with my life, what I want to do, and what is needed to make the necessary changes to achieve them. I, like many others think best when I have an other thing going on, and the will to live comes clear just about two seconds before one realizes that the bloody Candy has once again changed the kilometers to miles, and the corner is really not that fast and the slide down the rocky mountain will be one of speed if something is not done now.

Too many have commented that 32 is too young to have this particular crises, but I disagree. Hell, my time away was insanely fun. I call this in public my AD, American delivery, but truth is, the crises is now in full fling!

 I did everything stupid on this trip, today a tire had a nail in it, and instead of driving to the good part of town, I headed straight to a biker bar to get advice. No idea what could have gone wrong with that one, but sure as hell I enjoyed getting a bearded escort showing me the way to the tire store! As a way to arrive, an epic one.

Thanks again boys with beards and bad attitudes, you were great gentleman after the tit conversation was done, and help indeed was needed!

All my trip I tried to get a photo of this idiotic contraption, and finally a rest area provided me one. You can see these everywhere, something huge and slow towing an other, that is huge and slow. A destination car. I thought we Europeans had the sole privilege of camper vans and other road blocks, but doing this 9 000 kilometers on your roads have proven me wrong. The idiocy one sees here is beyond ours. We just are stuck driving behind something that moves slower than the idiot cousins speech at the wedding you never wanted to go to. Here, they park on the left lane, over taking trucks that eventually give the rest of us a break and just slow down enough that the thing towing something stupid can actually pass them by. Of course this is always happening in the only corner for miles, and I can only picture the truck drivers face when he sees that in the mirrors. Sorry guys, I will never ever blame you for destroying my runs, now I know better.

Other thing that pisses me off and after the first dozen times stopped being funny was men, grown ass men leaving their cards, contact info's and so on on my car. Every bloody morning someone, or more than one cards were on the wipers, door handles, what ever, and always with something nice written to it to help me remember their names.

"Hi, it's John/ Patric/ Irene (!!!), I'm the one who asked how fast your car is. Call me."

 In order for me to call anyone, a major crises is going on at that moment, and I need some info straight away. This was witnessed by one tire pressure go to guy today, since everyone else seemed to be asleep. Sorry for waking you up, btw. I have no idea who they are, but apparently men buy these things to get ladies, and a female buying one is needing a man fast.

As a general rule, I see not cheating on your spouse as the main one to hold a relationship in reign. I now have a trash bag in the car just for these, since the eco mental in me refuses to throw trash to the ground.

I highly doubt anyone will call to anyone who touches their car, I certainly will not, if scratches are not found.

Anyway, I had one more stop on my way from Sioux Falls to home, and that will be an other story to share.