I was reading mr g's post about his cross-country trip, and that made me think that I should share some of my traveling stories. In the Summer of 1999 I took a solo vacation driving out West. I drove on Interstate 40 all the way to New Mexico where I took another road south to Roswell. I'm not some alien loving freak, but I had always wanted to see Roswell just for the pop culture aspects of it. That, and I was a big X-Files fan too. It was a quick tour. I stopped at the International UFO Museum & Research Center and then drove on out to White Sands National Monument, another place I had always wanted to see. I love the desert and White Sands was absolutely beautiful. Oddly enough, soon after I went there it started showing up on all kinds of tv shows. Tom Green did a show there, and someone else (P. Diddy maybe?) did a music video there. I drove to lots of other places too that I might write about someday, but not today.
In general my trip was safe. I didn't have many moments of feeling insecure being a woman traveling alone. But there was one event that really shook me. On my way back home I was driving through an empty part Oklahoma when a big truck kept playing that passing game. I tried to ignore him, but he was persistant. We were the only two vehicles on the road for a long span of time and distance. Finally I thought maybe I should look at him to see if he was trying to tell me that something was wrong with my car. Well, as he slowed down for the umpteenth time I went to pass him and looked up at his window. I didn't look very long because all I could see was what looked like a huge dildo stuck out the window. I mean if it wasn't a dildo then this guy would rank up there with John Holmes. It was huge! And it scared me to death. (As I've previously suggested I'm very susceptible to phallic suggestion but not when it's used as a threat!) I stomped the gas and sped up to about 90 or so. I thought if a state trooper was around and pulled me over I'd just tell him I was trying to get away from that giant dildo trucker. Give me a ticket if you want, even cart me off to jail, but just make sure that maniac leaves me alone! But there weren't any cops around, and eventually I saw in the rearview distance that the truck pulled off an exit. I was so relieved! I know most truckers don't engage in such games, but when one does it really makes you feel leery of them.
Well, that wasn't quite as interesting as mr g's story, but I've wanted to tell it for a while just because it does seem kind of funny now.