Tired for a change.
2 nights ago we had a front tire blow out while flying down the highway. We skidded across the road through the median before hitting the rumble strip on the oncoming traffic side. At that point we turned back to our side of the road and almost flipped over when we tried to make it out of the median ditch. I was in the the back lounge with Tim, both of us holding on for dear life. Lucas got tossed out of his bunk and a few others got thrown about the front lounge. Everyone was shaken up but OK. We stopped about 100 feet short of an overpass. If we hit that it would have been trouble. As it stands all it is is a flat tire. I hate that fucking bus.
Last night was just a drive. Detroit to Milwaukee. No big deal. But it sure felt like a big deal. Every time we hit the rumble strip, every 6 minutes or so, my heart skipped a beat. I don't know if it was just shitty roads or poor driving or a combination of the two, but I don't feel real comfortable or safe on the bus lately. And with that I will leave and go enjoy the comforts that this hotel room affords me. Like a large non moving bed. And quiet. Sine the near accident the bus has started making some strange noises that seem to emanate from under my bunk. I hate that fucking bus.