400 Some Miles and Counting July 7, 2010

Gripping my hands on the warm leather wheels, I slam my right foot on the brake. I could feel my right shoulder aching worse than before. My body jerked forward and back into the cushion made of stone. This was probably my thousandth time stopping in traffic.

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So I went to Virginia this past weekend. My family and I went over to our friend’s house down in Fredericksberg. I hope I spelled that correctly. I tried to drive as much as possible since I could, and my parents drove a lot for me in the past. I wanted to make it comfortable for them. And I think it did because traffic was murderous along I-95.

Overall it was a great trip. A trip filled, just literally filled with food and love. The family that we visited was a friend since I was four or five years old. So we have history together. I actually got to eat a mango flavored ice cream that was put inside of an orange peel, perfectly. Just awesome.