The Car Ride

I had to go to LA for an audition Wednesday. It's a 4 hour drive from Pismo, each way.

My husband took me because he doesn't like me to drive home at night, well he doesn't like me to drive period.

Any way with us both in the car we were forced to talk to one another. The four hours to LA weren't too bad. It was during the four hours back that that conversation lagged. We took turns reading signs aloud. The last two hours I learned in painstaking detail, nut by nut, bolt by bold how to restore a 36 Ford.

There’s nothing like a car ride with your husband to make a fo

ur hour trip feel like seven.