This past weekend I went to see Emma in Georgia. The trip for me is about 5 or 6 hours long depending on if I'm going to be brave enough to break every speeding law in the land. I've made this trip enough times now to know pretty much what to expect. It occured to me on my way back this Sunday that I can just about tell you where the driver of a car is from before I see the tags. For example: If I see a filthy 1990 Pontiac Grand Am with a set of ears, red hair and a line of chewing tobacco spit down the drivers & passengers side doors then I know the driver is from Tennessee. He's usually going 10 to 15 miles over the speed limit and once he passes that's your two second chance to see what slogan is written beside any of the 6 Rebel flags that adorn his bumper that's being held up by the ever faithful duct tape. Seriously, I've never met anyone from Tennessee that DIDN'T have red hair. I won't even give you the reason why I think THAT might be! I will say though that you could get arrested for it!

Now if I happen along beside a jet black 2010 Cadillac Escalade with midnight black window tint then I know two things: 1. WATCH OUT! This guy has a total eclipse going on right there inside his ride and probably thinks its night which means he could very well fall asleep at any moment! 2. The driver is no doubt about it dealing and delivering cocaine and is bobbing his head slowly to some Lil Wayne tune as he laughs at the blue collar workers he's passing along the way. Where's the driver from? Where else...Florida! Most likely Miami. He's jammin' to Lil Wayne and I'm humming the Miami Vice theme wishing Crocket and Tubbs would pop up out of the back seat of that Escalade and snap some cuffs on the driver and the posse that I know is in there somewhere with the head bobbing dude! I missed my calling. I should've been undercover vice cruising 95 in a metallic gunpowder grey Charger with a scoop! .

When I see someone coming up beside me I look down in their car and if it's like cold enough to see your breath and/or to hang a side of beef and the driver, his wife and the 3 kids in the back seat have on T shirts and micro mini cut off shorts then I know that those people are from Maine! The dead giveaway is the black one strap Nike swoosh flip flops with tube socks. When in doubt, check the feet out! Riddle me this: What would possess you to get in your car (a 2009 Toyota Yaris by the way) and drive 14 to 16 hours with 3 kids??? Are the kids really asleep in the back seat or did you knock them unconscious oh say around about New York? I bet they are unconscious because they asked the dreaded question one too many times, the one every child asks on a long trip: "Are we there yet?" Should I call 911 for child abuse? Nah, they've done this before. Mom has smelling salts waiting for them. Those yankees are just so smart!

A red truck, a black truck, a Ford or a Chevrolet. Jacked up a little higher than usual or so high you've got to buy a step ladder as an accessory; if you see a cartoon white bulldog baring his teeth sticker anywhere on this vehicle you can bet the grandkids inheritance the driver is from Georgia. If that's not enough of a clue then look for the elbow or forearm dangling from the drivers side window. This guys going to drive beside you for a mile or FIVE so that you can't hear yourself think because of the WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH from his tires! WAH, WAH tires =manly man in Georgia! If this truck slows down it's so the WAH, WAH from his tires doesn't drown out the George Jones CD he just put in! This is your chance to get as far away as possible or end your trip with ringing ears and a migraine!

So, you're trying to come off an entry ramp back on to 95 and you and the guard rail are about to get to know each other a little more than you ever wanted to because the as*hole in the red convertible Sebring won't let you over even though the highway is currently like the population of Mars! Three lanes to choose from and he's not moving...he's smirking for sure but he's not moving. Where's he from? No where else but New York! Maybe I should add that to my list of "Why I dearly despise the New York Yankees" don't you think? It's times like these that I wish they sold bottled pee in the convenience stores off of 95 so that I could keep me some under the seat for New York drivers in convertibles! Hmmm...I could be an entrepreneur! Hire me a pitch man...go on QVC and sell my bottled pee by the millions! I could call it SAY MO! (Stupid Ass Yankee Move Over) I would out sell Joan Rivers and her Family Dollar Store looking jewlery for sure! I'll hit the patent office up first thing tomorrow! "Say Bro...don't you need some SAY MO?" How's that for a slogan?!

Here comes a white, well ok, it's dirty but it's supposed to be white van! The spare is being used so it's lopsided. All of the windows look like they have that sticky paper on them. You know that paper you can buy to make a window look like it's etched? That's what it looks like all over the vans windows but it's just that dirty...for real! Of the 6 people in the van that you can count none of them are moving. I mean they're not talking to each other, not looking at each other, not playing the ABC we've got a long trip ahead of us game nothing! They're all, even the driver, like manneqins! My first thought: They all ate at that truck stop that also has XXX rated DVDs on sale and they've gotten food poisoning which is effecting their muscles! When the Rottweilers head pops up barking like crazy and slinging foam and STILL the people don't move is when I know it's time to press the old gas pedal with some gusto and get out of the way! West Virginia tags...I don't think I need to say more! How far can you go on a dough nut spare anyway?

On the front of a Beamer coming along beside me is a UNC Chapel Hill tag! The Tarheel colors are proudly displayed by the driver and she fits the college girl image. How cute is she? Blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, petite compact cheerleader body. A necklace is what it looks like is hanging from her rear view mirror. It's probably some sorority thing huh? Clean, nice car! I wonder where she and her parents are from? I bet she's driving to see them. Her mom is probably a professor somewhere while her dad is some lawyer who has commercials on every tv station south of the Mason Dixon. Both of them went to UNC so the obvious place for Buffy to go is UNC as well! I mean she's a shoe in after the huge dinner party hosted by bejeweled mom with all of the who's who in admissions at UNC. She drives on past me...GASP! Say it ain't so! NO! This can't be! The tags PLAINLY read: SOUTH CAROLINA! Blasphemy! There should be an eleventh commandment about this! I'm immediately disappointed in Buffy and believe wholeheartedly that she should be grounded for the rest of her life! You're either a Tarheel or a Gamecock fan Buffy...You can't be both! Make up your mind or the maid will no longer do your dirty laundry!
Now you can't tell me you've never paid any attention to people as they're driving! You haven't? Really? Well then, might I suggest I95 north or south...it really doesn't matter. O the things you'll see...surely something to write home about!