In a progressive country change is constant change is inevitable.
When they searched my car they said that they found a gasoline canister and I think duct tape. Who wouldn't have a gasoline canister on them when driving 3 000 miles across country?
I hate to play the I-live-in-the-country card but it really takes all of the 'pack the kids into the car and run from here to there' out of the equation.
Everything officers go through in any chase anywhere in the country but amped up 100 times! I'm right in the thick of things in a car going like 80 miles an hour and doing 360s in the middle of the road. It was a wild ride.
The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.
It used to be that you'd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership.
Consider the perverse effect cap and trade has on altruistic actions. Say you decide to buy a small high-efficiency car. That reduces your emissions but not your country's. Instead it allows somebody else to buy a bigger S.U.V. - because the total emissions are set by the cap.
I love Lady Antebellum and Miranda Lambert - they write from the heart. But it's hard to find a country music lover in L.A. None of my friends really listen to it and they hate getting in the car with me because I just blast Taylor Swift.
What I enjoy doing more than anything is I have my little antique car collection and when the weather is pretty I like to get out one of my old cars. I have a little route I run down in the country down Nachez Trace Parkway. The loop down through there is just really relaxing not much traffic.
As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.