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Tour of Nashville

Elizabeth and I played tour guide to my sister Jeannie, her daughter Tiffany, her husband David, and their kids Shayden, 9, and Skyla, 1-1/2.  We started with a late breakfast at Cracker Barrel one exit east of the airport.  My brother Don wanted to go to Shoney’s – like when our other sister, Lucy, visited last year (on May 1st, day 1 of the May floods) – but he was voted down.  He lobbied hard via email, but good sense and common decency prevailed.  They don’t have Cracker Barrel in California, but they had seen billboards while driving to Nashville from Johnson City — where they attended Jeannie’s grandson Finnegan’s first birthday — and they wanted to give them a try.

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Diane’s icy adventure

by Don

Christmas night, Diane, on the way to a party, found herself in the fast line of the freeway with a car stopped in front of her and the brakes not working due to a patch of black ice. With cars and trucks honking on the right side, she had no choice but to steer for the shoulder, running over not one but two sign posts. The first sign, a tall one, she flattened without incident, but the second one, a yellow caution speed sign, grabbed the bottom of her car and wedged itself there so she could go no further.

The cause of the accident was a young couple with a 2-month old baby who had hit the ice and had probably thrown their hands in the air, then gone onto the shoulder, bounced off a cement wall, over a rise that must have had their car almost vertical, then back onto the fast lane of the freeway where they stopped, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately for them, another driver decided to pull up behind them and put his emergency flashers on. When I got there in the (all-wheel drive) Subaru, only going 45mph and suddenly seeing her car around the bend, I put my brakes on and slid a little, but then steered onto the shoulder safely. When the cops got there with their flashing roof racks they blocked traffic in the fast lane, so it was finally a safe situation. If that guy hadn’’t pulled up behind the first car, it would have eventually been creamed, I’m sure, with the baby in it, since they didn’t think of taking the baby out of the car.

The tow truck company and the police said it would be hours before a tow truck could get Diane’s car (due to several other accidents around town), so we left it there overnight. This morning we were able to jack it up and pull the sign out, and Diane drove home without further incident, with no injury to the car except a mark in the bumper where she’d hit the signs.

So remember kids, don’t trust other drivers to know what they’re doing! (And only you can prevent forest fires.)

UPDATE FROM DIANE HERSELF:

I release all claim to the information contained in this report, Bill, so you have my permission to publish, although I can’t speak for the author.  He is getting chinese takeout for dinner later, in honor of those responsible for my accident :-)

Both the car and I are in perfectly good shape.  I don’t have even the tiniest sore spot anyplace.  Hannah (the car) only has two large scratches on her very front, one for each sign, which I will dab up with white paint once the weather improves so that she will not be embarrassed by them, and also some blackberry-peach crumble over the front passenger side of the car.

I think the original accidentees were going too fast and hit their brakes on the same patch of ice that I did; but since I was only going 40-45 mph, even when I skidded I got off the road sooner (in terms of distance) and didn’t travel nearly as far as they did.  I was able to regain control of the car ‘way before I would have hit the wall the way that they did.  Looking at the trajectory in the snow that our respective cars left, that was really key.

So, says Snowy the Bear, always travel with your road conditions in mind.  It saved my car, and my butt, last night.

Hope everyone is having a great holiday!

–love, diane

Moscow

Well, we made it to Moscow!

After a long plane trip, we managed to get through passport control and customs with no problems. And all of our luggage made it!

Our CHI Rep and driver were late getting to the airport and we were worried, but they did eventually show up. We got our first taste of Moscow traffic, and let me go on record to say — I will never complain about Nashville traffic again. These people are nuts when they get behind a wheel! And you have NO rights as a pedestrian! They’d sooner run over you than slow down.

We are staying at the Holiday Inn while in Moscow. It’s very nice. It’s a high-rise and very modern. It’s brand new, only been open for a year. They have staff that speak English – that’s a very good thing. And there is a bank in the lobby where we were able to exchange our money. Our Rep said that they have the best rates right now. But it’s 24 rubles = $1.00. So, we’re trying to do quick math everytime we buy something. We just tried to buy a couple of bottles of water and a coke at a nearby grocery store and we mis-calculated how much it would be, when Bill underpaid the clerk, she started yelling at him in Russian. Of course, we had no idea what she was saying. We finally figured it out when she pointed to the screen on the cash register.

We met another couple that are adopting from Kemerervo. They are on their first trip too. They were able to get another flight out tonight to Kemerevo but had about 8 hours to kill. So, we all went to lunch together and walked around Moscow a little. They left their luggage with us in our room and they went out again to check out Moscow more. The hotel was going to charge them to store it for a few hours. Bill and I are pooped. I figure we still have a chunk of tomorrow to see more of Moscow because our flight to Astrakhan doesn’t leave until 4:30pm. Below are some pictures I took while out today. Hopefully better pictures are to come!

Holiday Inn in Moscow Holiday Inn view from the pedestrian mall Our room at Holiday InnThe Mexican Restaurant where we ate lunchThe Moscow skyline from our balconyTypical Moscow apartment high-rise