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I've had a lot of minor adventures. I still remember the first time I hit 85mph. I was scared that my mother would somehow find out and kick my butt. I was late for something.

Driving from Montana to Wyoming through a white-out blizzard was interesting. We could see about five feet in front of the car. We had another car trip in a blizzard where we could see, but did have to be careful. A car with California plates passed us, but we caught back up to him in just a few minutes. He didn't pass us again. This was a storm which tipped over semi-trucks into the ditch.

Driving from Montana to California was a road trip from the darkest pits of bad. Blowout tire at 11 at night; getting lost above Valencia somewhere, with all our stuff in the car and trailer, no money, and no sleep for a couple of days; having a flat on the trailer and U-Haul not being able to find us (pre-cellphone). We nearly killed each other on this trip. Oh, and the car overheated on the short trip from ... what's that city on the east end of Nevada? It's only about 80 miles from there to Vegas, where we were stopping, and the car overheats.

Luckily I haven't had many adventures here in California other than finding my way in unfamiliar areas.