It's night. It's more a monsoon than a heavy rain. The thunder is deafening. There are lightening bolts slamming into the earth every few seconds. I'm driving in a construction zone. And every other driver out there is an idiot with their hazzard lights blinking.
I'm having way too much fun for the driving conditions. What a blast!
We're home now. The drive was pretty uneventful until Jacksonville [1]. As I was filling up the car, some guy in an unmarked white van [2] tried to sell us frozen steaks (no, really!). But despite the lack of good steaks recently [3] we decline to buy any.
We then hit very heavy traffic through downtown Jacksonville [4] and by the time that cleared up, we were in the middle of a monsoon for the next eighty miles. After that, it was clear skies all the way to Chez Boca.
Now we collapse.