Day 35--Friday, July 11, 2003
We had a nice, leisurely, rejuvenating lunch at Cracker Barrel, and then I drove to Mobile, Alabama, while Ben read the thrilling conclusion to his book. On the far side of Mobile, we attempted to get a hotel room, only to be rejected in three places--one too expensive, one too full, and one too gross. Ben took the driver's seat, and we decided to look in the next town.
Only seconds after we pulled out of the last hotel's parking lot, Ben had to swerve to avoid hitting a truck in front of us. The swerve put us in a turn lane, so Ben kept driving toward the light, since we had to turn anyway. A police car pulled out in front of us, and I sank down in the back, certain that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, we became the 39th pulled over car of our journey (we had been keep track of how many pulled-over cars we had seen). Ben's offense was "passing in the right turn lane on a bridge," which the surly police office informed us was illegal in all 50 states (who knew??). He was none too nice. Ben was ultra-polite and apologetic, and I was crying, although that may have been largely due to sleep deprivation and thankfully, the officer couldn't really see me very well in the back. After a few very tense minutes, he let us off with a written warning, and best of all, he didn't say anything about the fact that I wasn't buckled up.... or that we were lacking all seats except a driver's seat. We got very, very lucky.
Shortly thereafter, Ben found the Wind Chase Inn, an affordable and clean hotel with rooms to spare in Loxley, Alabama. We checked in and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening relaxing and recovering from a very long and hard week.
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