CRACK! POW! KLUNK!

Our return trip from Oregon a couple of weeks ago was quite eventful. Several incidents occured that were, shall we say, unusual.

We are traversing down the grapevine on the 5 when an unfamiliar, at least to Shae, freeway sound accousted us. CRACK! POW! KLUNK! Shae's whips her head around and looks out the back window of the highlander thinking something terrible has happened. Here's what she thought, as related to me after the event, and your guess is as good as mine.

She thought that a man in the truck next to us had jumped on top of the highlander. He was dressed in khakis and a plaid shirt and held a pick axe and was striking the roof of our car. He slid across the roof and landed with his legs dangling off the back of the car. This happened in a matter of seconds.

I looked at Shae and the fear in her eyes and couldn't help but ask "What is wrong, dear, you look a little unnerved?" She relayed her tale of terror to me. I just smile.

"Honey, have you never heard a car backfire before?"

Ohh. No she had not. Live and learn Shae, live and learn.