Driving (Almost) Woes in Virginia

Three days into having his license, Dany was pulled over for speeding on the far western side of Virginia. The officer (with the thickest accent I've ever heard) said that he clocked us going 78 in a 65. Dany tried to talk his way out of the ticket by saying that we were new to the area and that he sped up while going down a hill... but I think it was my interjection that he had only gotten his license a few days back that got us out of the ticket. The officer couldn't get over the idea of being an adult without a car ("So how did you get around?") and probably took pity on us weird city folk. He ultimately gave Dany a warning and "deputized" me, saying I should keep my eye on Dany and keep him in line.





After crossing the border into West Virginia, we stopped for lunch/fuel in a small town called White Sulphur Springs near the Greenbrier resort. The radio at the local mini-mart was playing the Kooks, but also featured a bunch of good ole boys behind the counter and the largest supply of chewing tobacco that I've ever seen in my life. We ate snacks on the curb and almost got hit by a guy in a truck, who just HAD to park right where we were sitting. As we started to move out of harm's way, he hollered out the window "Oh don't worry, I haven't hit anyone yet today." Har har har.





We drove west through the state and briefly crossed into Ohio before moving down to Kentucky (the birth place of Abraham Lincoln AND James K. Polk). We went south to Lexington and over to Louisville, prompting Dany to repeat his stand-up routine a million times ("Why is it pronounced LOUVULL? I would understand it if it were pronounced Louie-ville after the French king or Lois-ville after the literal spelling... but why LOUVULL????"). We then crossed into Indiana for a few seconds, before returning to Kentucky and continuing south. We stopped for a soda break at a McDonald's and Dany couldn't understand the guy behind the counter, because his accent was so drawn out.



We stayed in the town of Franklin (south of Bowling Green near the Tennessee border) at a Days Inn priced at an affordable $50 dollars per night. Upon entering the room, we were surprised to learn that we had entered Central Time a few hours before. Crazy.