Taking the long way (on the Blue Ridge Parkway)… Part One
Zach’s exact words, as I made a casual grab for the “sissy handle” on the passenger side were, “Mom, that’s not really going to help much if we go ‘over’.” “Over” meant off the edge of the Blue Ridge Parkway to the northeast of Asheville, North Carolina. “Valid point,” I thought. My attempts to adjust the steering wheel with the same hopeful hand motion used on aberrant bowling or golf balls hadn’t been fully effective either. So I reminded him that he shouldn’t be able to see me or the handle and threw in another “keep your eyes on the road, smart guy” (essential mom-talk)…
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