Tomorrow at 730 AM I have to be at the Calgary International Airport to get ready for my flight, which leaves at 1030. That will be the end of my Pre-Departure, and the start of a new section of my life, let alone my blog. I want to say something sweeping about how tomorrow my life will change drastically, but really it changed drastically when I started uprooting my apartment and stuff, this is just another step on the road.
Speaking of roads, here are some fun Driving Anecdotes!
Jen managed herself pretty well on the ride. She's upset, and I am not surprised, but she's tough and holding together well. I have my extreme excitement and trepidation to keep me from being too weepy, but I choke up a lot too, particularly when I said goodbye to my mom and sister. The drive out to Calgary was miserable in a lot of ways, particularly regarding traffic. We got stuck behind a semi-truck which apparently had some kind of vendetta against us. He was driving at about 60 kph in a 90 zone, but as soon as he reached any kind of passing lane he'd accellerate to 120-130 kph, and try to block us from passing him. The, when the lane ended, he'd slam on the brakes and drop back down to 50-60. Eventually Jen passed him at something like 140 kph, and I gave him the finger as he well deserved. Later, on a long two-lane segment, he started racing up to us and tried to cut us off, forcing us to drive behind him for the rest of the way until the next two lane! We went neck-and-neck for a while, then with cunning driving and better maneuvrability cut in front of him and took up the passing lane, while a particulalry slow van occupied the slow lane. We got rid of him and he never passed us again. There were other bad drivers, but he was the only outright malicious one. Another noteable fellow was the guy from Manitoba I call "Goatman". We were driving out of Golden, through a windy mountain section with about two feet of shoulder on the right before a steep cliff to a river far below, and a double-solid on the left with traffic going by. Goatman saw a herd of mountain goats... "HOLY SHIT," he thought. "MOUNTAIN GOATS IN THE MOUNTAINS!" and slammed on his brakes, nearly causing us to rear-end him. He just stopped, ignoring us honking at him, and didn't seem to notice when we finally managed to slip past him illegally. He was too busy looking at the goats. Jen and I were discussing how much we wanted to graffiti the back of his car to say "I <3 Goats".

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