Ya see, it was like this. Uncle Hank sent me the Reader's Digest, and one of the articles I read this week was about increasing your mpg. I've been driving to T-town twice a week for yoga, so I tried some of the methods in the article - in moderation, of course, because of traffic.
In only 45 miles through little towns, curvy hilly roads, and downtown traffic, I went from 29 to 30 mpg. Wow! On the way home, I took another route without any interstate driving. It inched up a little more. One of the practices is to anticipate braking and back off the accelorator instead. This is smooth easy in rural AR.
As I coasted through the turn onto my street, I figured I had the perfect speed to coast right into my driveway. Aw, man, there's a car coming up behind me. I have to hit the gas a little. Well, I can still coast almost to a stop, but I have to tap the brakes.
Guess what I hit instead of the brakes. Uh-huh. It would be ironic if I had crashed through the living room wall costing thousands just to save a few pennies. Thankfully, I stopped two feet short of that gut-wrenching call.
I used to wonder what Daddy meant when he said, "A little learnin' is a dangerous thing." He was so smart.
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I miss you, mommy! Maybe you should write a poem for us to read on here.
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