We moved my daughter up to San Jose State this weekend for her first year of college. I drove the 450 miles up with all her stuff on Friday, and drove back with my wife today. (She and my daughter flew up on Friday.) Every cubic inch of the car was packed, so they had to take Uber from the airport to the hotel.
Coming home, we were at 80 mph for at least 250 miles on Interstate 5. The speed limit is 70 mph, but you're going to annoy a lot of people if you're running under 80. We drove right past a CHP hiding behind an off ramp, but who's he going to stop in a line of ten cars?
It's not physically demanding, but it takes constant concentration to hold up your end of a bunch of cars running together at that speed. I had a guy following me for a couple hundred miles, and every time I'd move over to let him by, he'd go with me. So we were kind of teamed up.
We got home in exactly eight hours, with three stops totaling about an hour and a half. Our main stop was at the Casa de Fruta east of Gilroy. Anyway, I'm pooped.
Coming home, we were at 80 mph for at least 250 miles on Interstate 5. The speed limit is 70 mph, but you're going to annoy a lot of people if you're running under 80. We drove right past a CHP hiding behind an off ramp, but who's he going to stop in a line of ten cars?
It's not physically demanding, but it takes constant concentration to hold up your end of a bunch of cars running together at that speed. I had a guy following me for a couple hundred miles, and every time I'd move over to let him by, he'd go with me. So we were kind of teamed up.
We got home in exactly eight hours, with three stops totaling about an hour and a half. Our main stop was at the Casa de Fruta east of Gilroy. Anyway, I'm pooped.
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