The Theory of our 'Come At Me Bro' Driving

Sure Vanilla Coke is nice, Sprite’s a good pick me up, but Dr Pepper? Dr Pepper has the degree that really cures all.

And where better to have the birthplace of Dr Pepper than Waco, Texas itself?

"I gotta go to work."

"My cat needs to be fed."

We weren’t exactly brave enough to try their signature ‘hot Dr Pepper’, but we had to stop off on our way to Dallas for a quick Dr Pepper float!

Dallas is a special place for many people. Some know it as their favorite place to visit, others know it as their home, but for the nation as a whole, it is a remembrance for where our  beloved former President John F. Kennedy was fatally shot 200 yards away from this plaza. The light that glow below this stone memorial at night gives the impression to any passerby that the columns are floating on light.

"I wake up to go to work and make money."

Smack dab in a grove by the streets of Dallas you can be up close and personal with a real life statue collection of a Cattle Drive!

Jeanette and Jennifer even hoisted themselves up (well, with a little help from Sarah and our friend Tony) and fit right in with the whole rope wrangling scene!

Some things in Dallas really are quite eye opening.

Like this giant eyeball in the middle of a courtyard. There was lots of construction going on, and we’d left our ladder in our other bag, so we had to settle with just seeing it from behind the fence. Less time at the huge eye meant more time at the hospital though!

The lobby of the Baylor Medical hospital that is. And that’s where we found the Adrian E. Flatt M.D. Hand Collection. In an attempt to prove that there wasn’t a stereotypical ‘surgeon’s hand’, Dr. Flatt began his collection of bronze hands castings with those of fellow surgeons.

Eventually he expanded his collection to include a wide variety of hand castings including Walt Disney, Dr. Seuss, Abraham Lincoln, and one of our favorites: Ethel Merman from I Love Lucy! The collection today now holds over 100 castings and is open to the public 24 hours a day.

"I get up in the morning when my peeps open."

We pulled into the graveyard quite a bit later than we’d planned.  Knowing of her reputatuon and having heard more when we visited Kentucky, one of the most infamous criminal duos, Bonnie and Clyde were cornered, captured, and killed on May 23rd 1924. While they are now buried in separate grave sites, their notoriety lives on inseparably.

"So I can use the bathroom. I don't return to bed because I want to end every day contributing more to society than taking from it."

"I can't sleep past 6:00 because that was my Dad's wake up time."
"Another day, another opportunity. Besides, my wife wakes me up!"

Thank you bunches to our incredible Northern Texas family! It was so great to meet you all and chat with fellow travelers!

This adventure has brought about many new experiences for us girls.  One of which to date is the idea of a 'Wind Warning.'  Listening to the radio as we're going along we hear the announcer state that if anyone has anything to do today, to do it all in the morning because there is a wind warning for the afternoon...

We weren't sure exactly what that meant, but now we know.

Turning your wheel to the side while driving straight, was our first sign.  Then when we stopped at the Cadillac Ranch for some pictures we had to be especially careful opening our car doors because they slammed right back shut.

We thought we liked the idea of tumbleweeds.  We had seen them in movies and seemed so neat.  They made us feel like we were really traveling west!  How exciting!

That was, until they started attacking us. What is the protocol for this?  Do you slow down?  Do you speed up?  We just knew we probably didn't want to hit them.
It was like playing a professional game of Frogger as we systematically attempted to avoid the horizontal confrontations…AND the tumbleweeds that would roll down beside us like they owned their own lane or something.
It was really quite frightening.

Until we developed the Theory of our ‘Come At Me Bro’ Driving, then we picked up a little extra confidence.
The theory is as easy as this and can be applied to both tumbleweeds and rude drivers.
We know that we’re from a small town and our car is tiny.
We understand that you’ve got places to go, but so do we.
We’re not asking for much, just to let us change lanes every once in a while and drive without the fear of being swallowed by a rolling ball of foliage.
And frankly, we’ve driven our sweet car over 18,000 miles in the last 3 months.
So Come at Me, Bro. We’ve had the last 32 states to prepare us for this.

But seriously, please just be nice.

To not being swept away by a tumbleweed,

Love,

The Crew