So, ya'll know about The Island Art Car, right? Well, about a month ago, it met it's untimely demise. And still it sits in front of my place. Well, turns out my parents were planning on giving me my mom's Ford Explorer as a graduation present. Assuming of course I graduate. Well, when they heard my car was dead, they decided to give it to me a little early. Woo-hoo! New car! V8! All-Wheel Drive! Air Conditioning! Yippeee. But I digress. Let me continue...
I am currently taking 22 hours this semester. Which of course everyone told me was a bad idea, especially when one of those classes is Field Ichthyology. A class that, in terms of time spent working on it, makes Invert look like pre-school. 22 hours, and I'm ready to kill people. So I'm looking for some stress relief. So I'm just driving around late on Saturday night, listening to music, now that I have more than one option. Drinking a, ummm, ice cold beverage. Just relaxing. Life is good. But I'm bored. I'm driving around East Beach, over hills and whatnot. It's all good. Well, this is fun. But I want more. Where's some dirt? Pelican Island!
So I get to Pelican Island, and I'm driving down the road, looking for one of the side roads. I find one, drive down that way, looking for something, you know, unpaved. Well, I found one. So I turn off the paved road. Did I mention it was raining? Well, I got about 30'. Yes, I am an idiot.
