My brother and I left San Angelo to reach our destination pretty early on Sunday...maybe we should've spent time at a church or something. Bad luck skipping church to do something. Last time someone threw me out of a plane when I didn't show at a church.
Anyway, the day started bright and early and my brother let me drive his car till noon. That was...interesting. The clutch on his car springs up like a catapult whenever I took my foot off it. My brother probably uses it as a weapon against other drivers.
With my hands on the steering wheel and as America slid past me in a blur, I spotted a herd of cows in a green field. I'm sure there are lots of people who would do what I did next.
I rolled down my window, leaned out the window, and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Hey cow!"
The idea of the game is to see how many cows look up when you yell. I think a lot of them looked up because I nearly swerved off the road on accident and rammed them.
My brother relieved me of the steering wheel after a while, and we stopped at a nice little town called Moab in Idaho...Moab, the place with the FDZ's. Everywhere we go we seem to run into those people!
The next day we were driving through a reservation when...I'll finish writing this later. To be continued :)
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Cows, Mormons, and Najaho Cops
Posted by Jamin at 6:39 AM
Labels: fun, This and That, vacation
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2 comments:
Who threw you out of a plane for not going to church? That seems a little harsh. :)
actually i didn't go to church because I was jumping out of a plane...I decided it would be a good way to see if God has anything big in store for me. :)
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