so we have a fear of bulldozers now.
dozerphobia i guess you could call it.
why you may ask?
within the first 2 minutes of this tour, the first big tour we've done with our beautiful new sprinter we might add, we found ourselves in the middle of an action movie.
the flag lady told us to go...so we went.
half way through...this HUGE crane arm comes swinging into our lane.
we skidded and swerved to miss it. we screamed like 6 year old girls.
time stood still as we awaited the seemingly inevitable contact of metal on metal.
miraculously, there was no ear-shattering CRASH. we opened our eyes in time to see the crane arm backing off.
we convinced our hearts to start beating again and drove on...smarter.
can you blame us for our dozerphobia? after 2 catastrophic vehicular failures in the last year and a half, a rogue crane arm would have been the last straw. we all would have throw up our hands and found jobs as accountants or teachers or anything where a crane arm can't set fire to all your dreams.
YAY FOR HAPPY ENDINGS TO ACTION MOVIES! THANK YOU DIE HARD!
texas is hot and it's boiling our brains,