In all seriousness, I've stopped driving in flip-flops. Maybe a dozen times I got the flip-flop under the brake pedal and it impeded me from braking, or it was wet and my foot just slipped right off the pedal. I take them off and drive barefoot now.
Which is really fun, by the way. It feels like a return to nature, the way things were before all this technology, you know? I feel much more connected to the earth when I jam on the gas with bare feet.
I wore flip-flops when I drove down to Grandma and Grandpa Frey's the other weekend but, within an hour, I took 'em off because they interfered with shifting and braking. I drove the rest of the way in bare feet.
However, don't forget the classic Mary Link driving-in-bare-feet story. She'd had her license only a short time and was driving her mother's car in bare feet when she felt "something ooky" on her foot, looked down to see what it was, and looked up just in time to hit a telephone pole and break it in half. In other words, she really WAS connected to the earth -- some ooky part of it, anyway.
She had to pay to replace the telephone pole, and the last I knew, one of our friends had labeled the pole as the Mary Link Memorial Telephone Pole. I keep meaning to check it the next time I'm on Guard Hill Road to see if it still says that.
I hate the internet. I honestly can not tell if Caleb is being sarcastic or not. I hope he is, considering that this is the eleventeenth time that I have heard that story.
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In all seriousness, I've stopped driving in flip-flops. Maybe a dozen times I got the flip-flop under the brake pedal and it impeded me from braking, or it was wet and my foot just slipped right off the pedal. I take them off and drive barefoot now.
Which is really fun, by the way. It feels like a return to nature, the way things were before all this technology, you know? I feel much more connected to the earth when I jam on the gas with bare feet.
I used to think that I was cool,
Runnin' round on fossil fuel,
until I saw what I was doin'
drivin' down the road to ruin.
James "Jet Plane" Taylor
I wore flip-flops when I drove down to Grandma and Grandpa Frey's the other weekend but, within an hour, I took 'em off because they interfered with shifting and braking. I drove the rest of the way in bare feet.
However, don't forget the classic Mary Link driving-in-bare-feet story. She'd had her license only a short time and was driving her mother's car in bare feet when she felt "something ooky" on her foot, looked down to see what it was, and looked up just in time to hit a telephone pole and break it in half. In other words, she really WAS connected to the earth -- some ooky part of it, anyway.
Huh, don't think I've ever heard that story.
She had to pay to replace the telephone pole, and the last I knew, one of our friends had labeled the pole as the Mary Link Memorial Telephone Pole. I keep meaning to check it the next time I'm on Guard Hill Road to see if it still says that.
I hate the internet. I honestly can not tell if Caleb is being sarcastic or not. I hope he is, considering that this is the eleventeenth time that I have heard that story.
Don't get it confused with the sledding one. In one, it was a telephone pole. In the other, it was a leg.
"Hey, Mare, did ya hear it go 'crack'?"
Thanks for catching on Laura.
Sorry Mom, my sarcasm was a little too sarcastic.
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