When Bobby and I showed up to the rental car lot at the airport on Friday night, we were directed to stall 131, where our Mustang coupe awaited. I was quite surprised, as we had rented an economy car. Although they had upgraded us, the passengers in the back would have had the luxery of hermit crabs. We went to change the car - they gave us a red chevy cobalt, thus ended my chances for ever driving a muscle car. I'm OK with it. I am not OK with the complimentary navigation system that came with the Cobalt, which, turns on without request. Bobby lets "her" talk for awhile until I reach my breaking point.
I returned home to play with the office video camera for several trails before determining that I was indeed qualified to work it, here's a great video of Bobby being Mr. SmartyPants.
The Journey to the Inauguration Begins
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