The strangest drive I've ever had in my life was one time I was coming home from babysitting my cousins who live in a suburb of Dayton about forty miles from mine. I don't remember if there was some reason I should've been so tired aside from the fact that it was close to two in the morning. Driving down I-70 west, I nearly jerked the cark off of the road as I turned to follow the path of a car that was flying (or in sane people's terms, crossing the freeway on an overpass). I still haven't figured out exactly what it was that I saw which made me think there was a parking lot where the eastbound lanes ought to be.
no subject
The strangest drive I've ever had in my life was one time I was coming home from babysitting my cousins who live in a suburb of Dayton about forty miles from mine. I don't remember if there was some reason I should've been so tired aside from the fact that it was close to two in the morning. Driving down I-70 west, I nearly jerked the cark off of the road as I turned to follow the path of a car that was flying (or in sane people's terms, crossing the freeway on an overpass). I still haven't figured out exactly what it was that I saw which made me think there was a parking lot where the eastbound lanes ought to be.