Adventures in Driving II

It's the second adventure I've typed anyway. Driving mishaps happen pretty much whenever I go somewhere new.

This one actually came to pass on Monday, and I started writing about it on Monday, but then I forgot about it. I was trying to reach the not-so-distant land of Colerain, where Chuck E. Cheese, Half Price Books, and Ihop live so I could visit Home Depot to find some lovely flowers to plant in Ronda, Michael, and Kate Corbin's yard. I knew I had to get on Ronald Reagan, but for some reason it never occurred to me to ask my mom which direction I should be going. I chose east Ronald Reagan. I chose incorrectly. We had passed Blue Ash, narrowly (and an eensy bit illegally) escaped an entrance ramp onto the dreaded valley of horrors know as I-71 (or something-else-71), and come to the end of the Ronald Reagan freeway by the time we were positive that we weren't in the right place. A phone call verified that we had gone the wrong direction. Fortunately, the exit we took landed us in Montgomery, the least shady place you could ask for when trying to turn around in an unfamiliar place.

Eventually, we reached the Colerain Home Depot. We left that place to seek out Ronda's Fairfield home. The directions I wrote from what my mom dictated to me told me to turn on "Reysor". We drove all the way through Fairfield (crossing my old enemy, Dixie Highway, in the process) before realizing that we were once again lost. I turned around. Again. As we headed back, a song began to play on my iPod. This same song played in the last Driving Adventure I chronicled on this blog. It seems to choose the perfect moments to come up in the shuffle. The chorus of this song goes like this: "Maria, Maria, Maria, where did you go?". My brother about killed himself laughing. On the way back through Fairfield, I saw a street that I was pretty sure would take me to the Corbin house by a back route. For some odd reason, Jonathon was against that. I can't imagine why (I checked with Ronda later, and the street actually would have gotten me there just as I had thought it would). As we drove, it occurred to my brother and sister that they could help look for the street if they knew what it was called. I told them its name, and they spotted it shortly thereafter. Apparently, it was spelled "Resor" rather than "Reysor", but sometimes I only see the exact thing that I'm looking for.