Threepio's high-pitched wail screamed in my head as we drove back from Minneapolis*.
Why you ask? (Erm, you DID ask, didn't you? Otherwise, you may as well stop reading now. There isn't much of a reason to continue if you really aren't a curious lot now is there?)
Well, about two hours into our trip home, we had the unfortunate luck to come up behind a white half-ton truck in the fast lane, blocking our advance since the slow lane was packed with a convoy of courier vans. Yes, Courier Vans... but that's a story for another time.
As we drew near the truck in the vain hope he would pull aside and let us pass, we began to hear a strange sound. Well, numerous strange sounds, in fact.
Tic! Tac! Tuc!
The closer we got, the louder the sounds became.
Clink! Clank! Clunk!
Bing!! Bang!! um... "Bunk"!!
And then we spotted them. Like asteroids pelting the Millennium Falcon*, the contents of the half-ton's load hurled at us as we soared down I-94 at 130 KM/hr.
That wasn't sand.
Those were ROCKS. Propelling out of the truck bed, bouncing off the highway and smacking into our candy-apple-red rental van.
With every strike to the windshield, I cringed; certain it would shatter at any moment.
Like Leia to Han*, I
Of course, after we pulled into the right lane, traffic behind us began to advance and take our place behind He-Who-Does-Not-Know-What-A-Tarp-Is...
...and each one soon realized what a terrible mistake that move was. Car after car swerved and braked, attempting to avoid the onslaught onto THEIR windshields.
The only way out was to speed up and overtake the truck. Gritting his teeth as a John Williams soundtrack swelled to a crescendo, Han, er Hubby finally had a chance to pass HWDNKWATI.
We did it!
As the white truck, now devoid of his load, faded to the horizon behind us, we worried about the next "dent" we would have to endure. The one Enterprise** was going to ding our credit card with when we returned the rental. But when we made the obligatory IHOP Stop at Fargo, we examined the 2008 Grand Caravan and to our relief, no obvious damage was done.
Talk about beating the odds.
Hah! Take THAT, Goldenrod!*
* (With deep apologies to those that cringe when I admit that yes, I AM a Star Wars geek, thankyouverymuch).
** It is therefore ironic we should have rented from a company naming itself after a Star TREK ship; however, I can appreciate that naming your business "Death Star Car Rentals" really wouldn't be a shrewd marketing decision.
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