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Our family maintains that I do not travel, I have adventures. I ran out of gas on the Interstate, got a ride to gas station from a pick-up traveling on a parallel side road, and back to my car in a semi. Ran out of gas with my motorcycle (too busy trying to stay warm that day to watch the mileage) on an exit that was an overpass over an Interstate and as I started to walk back across a bridge, a squad car picked me up, took me to get gas, and then took the gas can back to the station for me.
Tourism Day last month, as my friend went to drive up to the Capitol to unload the vehicle, the car in front of us proceeded and as we started in, the bollards that had been retracted to allow access came up - crunching her bumper as they rose.
(That is the main reason I did not drive the tank - was afraid the getting from the Pittsburgh airport to Charlotte did not count as the "adventure" of the trip.)
Tourism Day last month, as my friend went to drive up to the Capitol to unload the vehicle, the car in front of us proceeded and as we started in, the bollards that had been retracted to allow access came up - crunching her bumper as they rose.
(That is the main reason I did not drive the tank - was afraid the getting from the Pittsburgh airport to Charlotte did not count as the "adventure" of the trip.)