You may have noticed a lack of response to comments. I confess that is because I programmed my Sunday blog on Thursday and took off on a family vacation. I took The Boy with me. Brave man. He survived.
In case you ever have to drive across Wyoming, let me tell you a little fact. It takes four hours to drive from Rock Springs to Cheyenne. You can take four hours to get there by driving the speed limit, or you can speed and the highway patrol will be happy to let you cool your heels on the side of the road for a while. Option two is great for the Wyoming economy. Option one is better for your personal economy.
Today was a great day for the Wyoming economy. We passed a patrol car with a gentleman from Colorado on the side of the road. A little bit later, a cute blue car from California came zipping up next to us. We realize, coming from one of those places where people drive faster than a mosey, that the Californian MAY have thought the highway patrol car behind him was just wanting him to get out of the way because California was only going 85 mph. Or, maybe he was thinking he’d scrape that HP off him like gum off a shoe by pulling in front of me with only feet to spare.
Wrong. On either account.
I glanced over at the HP to make sure he was interested in my new blue practically a hood ornament and let off my cruise control. I figure California definitely got a speeding ticket. If he had an attitude he also got a ticket for reckless driving or unsafe lane change.
To add to his bad day, California caught up to us a couple hours later as we were nearing Laramie. I’d been dealing with two SUVs that seemed to come without cruise control. They didn’t really want to go the speed limit, but they both felt compelled to be in front of me. Unfortunately for California, they were attracted to his sparkliness and zoomed ahead of us on the interstate with him. We watched them speed up to 90, then slow down to 70, then up to 90 mph well into the distance.
I wouldn’t have wished them on anyone, but I suppose California deserved them more than me.
There’s not much about Kitten Thunder in this blog because they stayed and had a vacation of their own. No people to wake up. No performances. Cuteness only for the sake of being cute. We weren’t punished when we got home. In fact, I got a full dose of snuggle Thunder while I watched TV this evening.
But it is time to go. Oliver said I could blog as long as I made it snappy. Now we have more snuggling to do.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Dear Goddess, you drive like Chuckweasel! I once woke up from a nap in the passenger’s seat to discover the nice highway patrolman asking why oh why we were going 90 in a 55!
I don’t drive like that! I just have to deal with the yahoos that do. I want to put my cruise control on 76 mph and leave it on all the way across the state.
This is so timely! We drove up to Jackson for work a couple of weeks ago and MAN OH MAN, that drive is brutal. Sure, the drive back pretty up until Pinedale but then you hit Rock Springs and it’s I80 the rest of the way. We saw plenty of crazies on our drive back but no HP, which was unfortunate because there were a bunch of Californians just begging to dump their hard earned dollars into Wyoming’s pocket in an effort to blow through this state. Actually the most memorable “driver” couldn’t go faster than 40 because he was basically driving on a rim in the back – said driver happened to be in front of a long line of cars during construction with one lane. If I hadn’t been in a state vehicle… grr. 😉
Being from Rock Springs, I’m a bit partial to the special beauty of southwest Wyoming. I love the I-80 corridor!