Part I needs a Part II, so...
Did you know that John Wesley preached his first sermon on American soil in Georgia? I didn't either!
And Santa showed up at Fort Pulaski!
He's fast...I have three of
Welcome to the newest Reality Show! What shall we call it?
Real Men Don't Sleep--Can one man drive from Georgia to Texas with no rest?
The Limit--how many miles can girls go without a bathroom break?
Torture Chamber--the mom is down with a killer cold, the Dad has a toothache and is determined to make it across the Gulf Coast without stopping; the oldest daughter has downed a Red Bull without telling anyone, middle daughter hasn't taken her earphones out for 3 days, youngest needs Dramamine--NOW!!!
And to this is added:
Yes, the tire practically exploded seconds after Mom said,"Do you hear that rattling? What's that rattling noise? Honey, don't you think you should pull over and find out what is coming off the back of our tru..."
But it doesn't end there! A few hours later, the the other rear tire started vibrating. Can Mom and hyped up oldest daughter talk the Real Man into avoiding a crisis instead of getting a few more miles out of a tire about to blow?
(yes, they can. Especially when one uses the stink-eye.)
WE WON! And the prize is all of us getting home alive.