What’s the worst travel experience you’ve ever had?
Let’s start with travelling. Travelling is a distance from here to there. A to B, B to C, C back to A. It’s all traveling.
You can travel by air by land by water you can travel across the snow on a skidoo.
But whatever you do never travel with an angry driver! I happened to have this done twice, yes, I have sat beside or behind an angry driver; never a party.
My first experience travelling with an angry driver, I sat on the back of a skidoo. The driver was a female, the driver was very angry at her husband. Oh unlucky me, but I had no idea how bad it was going to be.
She was told the trails, were going to be very rough because they had been unprepared for the heavy snow that fell, so drive carefully and put me on the back.
Well she took off like a bat out of hell jerking me for one thing my neck went back and then she freaking hit the gas and she tore off like a mad bullying heat without a warrior care in the world. Yes I did, I did say hey slow down I was being thrown all over the backseat holding on was not even an option anymore then she finally hit something; I went flying, a death roll, nonstop and believe me, I tried to stop. I was more shocked that I had no control over stopping?
My face hit the snow seven times before I finally came to a stop, let me tell you, the impact of the snow filling the face of the helmet was so packed in it took a little bit of time to get my face free.
Was I pissed? Was I ready to fly off the handle? Was I ready to kill? Yes, yes I was. Did I ? No!! I just started walking back, while everyone was freaking out. “Hey! Where are you going?”
“HOME!” Piss on that noise, no way was I getting back on with her. So, the little skidoo trip was over we all went back to the truck of course I was on with somebody else nobody spoke and then all of a sudden I burst out with laughter, “seven times, my face hit that snow seven times, how come I couldn’t stop myself. I tried hard.”
Velocity? Possibly don’t drive with an angry driver.
My second time my second experience I swore and prayed to God because I believed I was seriously going to die that night! Was with my two sisters yes, both younger than me, I was visiting. They live near each other-15 to 18 minutes apart.
They asked that I would go out with them, I had no idea my one sister the youngest-was separating or separated from her husband, yes, I lived far from them. 7 Hour Drive. I believe at the time I was 50 and getting ready to have a very first grandchild. Anyway, why not I’ll go out with my sisters I haven’t seen them for years. So we went to their place where they dance and sing and have fun. And it was fun for a while until it wasn’t.
Her husband walked in and she went straight to him begging him to buy her a drink, he would not, she even flaunted herself on him begging please one, sweet talking even, he would not. He left.
So yeah I asked, what’s going on? Then I was told they had broken up. Ohhh. They had been broken up for a while and she couldn’t get over it. Which I could understand she met him in school when they were 14, they finally married had three children; she was not ready to let go of him.
Well it was time to leave, and unfortunately she’s the driver. And I don’t even know where we are because I don’t live there. Country. The trees on both sides of the dirt road, fog is thick as molasses; you could hardly see the front end of the vehicle. Yes, the fog was that bad.
Well now, she put that foot to the metal 60 km started crying, and bound and determined she was gonna find him.
I’m sitting in the backseat, the other sister was sitting in the passenger seat upfront. She started yelling and swearing at her to slow down. She would not! She kept crying cursing him and wait till I find you, completely mad out of her head.
So, me…I quietly spoke thinking they haven’t seen me for years she might adhere to my words. I kindly said, “why don’t you slow down just a little, why don’t you pull over to the side of the road if you can see the side of the road and let’s talk.” she paid no never mind. She just carried on like a bat out of hell tearing down that dirt road in that fog in the country where a moose or a deer could jump out anytime and I’m gonna be a grandmother soon, maybe not; maybe I’m going to die this night.
So, lo and behold, didn’t my other sister in the front seat, grab the other sister the driver, around her he neck and start pounding her in the head…swearing like a banshee and yelling at her to stop driving!
Oh my Lord I don’t wanna die I wanna live I wanna see my children I wanna hold my first grandbaby Lord please take care of us please. This was in my head. Then I finally came too and spoke out loud but peacefully kindly like a summons I said, “oh no. My son is gonna have a baby and I’m never gonna get to see it don’t even know if it’s a girl or a boy I’m never gonna get to be a grandmother I’m gonna die I love you guys but I’m gonna die.”
The commotion stopped the car didn’t stop my one sister stop punching my other sister in the head, and they both said, “don’t say that. You’re not going to die.”
“Oh yes I am! You’re driving like a retard in the fog like this and she’s punching you in the head while you’re driving and you’re driving, look at 60 km, yes I am going to die tonight. And you guys don’t even care?”
Needless to say I’m alive. Don’t drive with angry drivers they’re dangerous. 
