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Driving tales

This weekend I had the wonderful opportunity to travel to Wheeling, W. Va., with Kyle and his family (and half the village of Edon) for the wedding of our friends T.J. and Becca Muehlfeld. It was a beautiful wedding (Congrats you two!), and I may share some photos later since my awesome mother-in-law let me borrow her Nikkon D70 to play with. (Don't worry, she had her own D300 to get lots of great shots too.)

All of that is a long way of explaining that in order to get to the above-mentioned wedding, we had to drive a little over five hours. Scheduling conflicts meant that Kyle and I couldn't car pool with anyone else in our party.

That's right, husband and wife alone in a vehicle for more than 300 miles. To make things even better, we had to wake up at 4:30 that morning to pack and get to work on time that day.

How do you think this turned out?

If you think things were just lovely, I hate to say you are wrong. Granted, we once drove seven hours to Nashville with barely a disagreement. But on your honeymoon, the last thing you want to do is argue in the car.

This was not our honeymoon.

You see, I realized this weekend that there is one thing that will never change. People are just different, and this is especially apparent when it comes to driving styles. Kyle and I will never steer, accelerate, brake or check the mirrors in the same way.

Not that either of us are bad drivers, really. Between us there is only one speeding ticket (I'll admit it's mine) and one incident of hitting a pole in a parking lot (his name rhymes with Lyle). So I know we were never in any real danger.

However, from time to time I may have kindly pointed out how he may not have seen another car merging, and he may have gently told me that I need to stay away from the guard rails. You know, totally in the sweetest way we know how.

All of our "suggestions" were amplified by our lack of sleep and Kyle's fear of heights (Did I mention we were in the mountains of West Virginia?).

Needless to say, we were RELIEVED when we finally arrived at the resort. His family probably thought we had just driven from Alaska with the look of relief on our faces. Everything was hunk-dory again until we had to drive to the church, and then my poor in-laws had to witness a "discussion" of driving techniques once again. Ugh.

But magically, somehow, the drive home turned out wonderful. No, really.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, I decided to ignore (yes, ignore) my husband for most of the drive home. It wasn't that I didn't talk to him. I just carefully burried my head in a few magazines and strategically closed my eyes for a nap just before we hit the traffic in Columbus. And when we made it all the way home, not a close call or scratch the entire journey, I knew I had done the right thing.

As much as it pains me to keep from giving Kyle driving tips and assistance, I think it's safe to say that the best thing for me to do is keep my mouth shut when he's behind the wheel.

I know we're not the only couple who have had experiences like this. In fact, I'm pretty sure disagreements over driving style are a phenomenom that extend far beyond married couples. I can recall more than once hearing suggestions from my mom while driving. (You know, the person from whom I inherited my driving abilities.)

So the next time you're riding along with someone else behind the wheel, try to keep from being their driving instructor. It's hard, but I learned from experience that it's necessary in order to keep your trip enjoyable. There are exceptions, but for the most part not everyone is a horrible driver. I mean, they must have at least passed their license exam right?

We'll see if I can take my own advice on our next road trip. Until then, I will be thankful for the fact the I will be driving ALONE to other side of the state in a few weeks. And maybe I'll double check that Kyle really did pass his license test. You know, just out of curiosity.

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  1. I only had to "apply the brakes" once as a front seat passenger on the way to West Virginia. Everyone must have taken your advice on the way home, as everyone slept while I drove from Columbus to home.

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  2. I refused to drive to WV and home from WV. That took care of our "discussions" for the way there and home. LoL!
    You forgot to add the part where Kyle ate a whole bag of Twizzlers and looked as white as a ghost when he arrived at the resort. LoL!

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  3. I forgot the Twizzlers! Oh yes, if he wasn't already car sick from the hills, the Twizzlers did not help. :)

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