I love the freeway!

Monday night, driving out to Abbotsford (the destination) with Carly (the passenger), when suddenly, Peter Zach (the car) starts dragging (the symptom).

What does it mean when a car is "dragging"?
As a general rule of thumb, it's probably because you're out of gas (the diagnosis).

So we pull over on the side of the freeway and stick on the hazards (the response)... laughing, of course... anticipating great adventure... and call the boys to come rescue us. They do... and HOUR LATER! (the solution)

We sat on my roof, feet dangling through the sunroof, music blaring to drown the whoosh of cars and trucks blurring past us... stopped on the side of the road (the journey) playing cards... some sweet African game including lots of yelling and slapping. Carly won.

We counted 13 cars / trucks / motorcycles honked at us... we danced with joy every time. One car pulled over to see if we were okay - two young men. We thanked them, and they said (the quote) "Well, you see two beautiful girls sitting on car, what else are you going to do?" We gave ourselves two points for that. 15... Then a mother in a minivan, with all her kids in tow pulled over to see if we were okay! I wanted three points for that one because of the minivan, but we stopped ourselves at two points for her, ending at 17 points in one night!

Eventually, driver (Zoe) and passenger (Carly) got to their destination (Abbotsford) in the car (Peter) having responded (pulling over) to the symptom (dragging) and treated the diagnosis (no gas). And what was the highlight of that Monday night? Certainly not the destination! But rather the journey!

I have now added "Being stranded" to my list of interests. What two beautiful girls can't do with a deck of cards, music, a car, wind, and a hearty sense of humor and adventure?

I felt 1% sheepish, but 99% glad. It really was fun, and all parties involved were glad it happened! (Including Peter, because now I know that empty means empty!)