How to style a long vest
I styled this white long vest on the post called What to wear on the airport! Today I am going to Atlanta and I am wearing the exact same vest.
Below my driving story continues:
All things must pass…
So I was driving on the freeway my first time. We were on our way to northern Michigan to visit my in-laws when my husband/driving teacher decided this was a good chance to get me some high speed driving experience. I had spent most of my time behind the wheel so far inside the city limits of the small town we lived in. That meant that I was a LOT more used to going 25 miles per hour than I was going 70! But here I was in the right or slow lane on Interstate Highway 75 or I-75 as everyone says and driving a crazy 70mph! But the good thing was that there was relatively little shifting! I have to admit I enjoyed that part: Driving for miles and miles without having to put my left foot on the clutch and reaching with my right hand to move the gearshift. And our little car even had a very convenient option called cruise control. This meant that once you got to the speed you wanted to drive, you could push a button and the car would keep going that exact speed. When you were going up a hill it would automatically give the motor some more gas and then on the other side it would lift up the gas pedal to slow you down. I hadn’t had much of a chance to use this feature in most of my lessons so far. In the small town we lived in it seemed all I did was drive from one stupid stop sign to the next! And most would be on a hill so I could have another opportunity to stall the car when I tried to start up again! So this was actually quite nice to be able to not worry about shifting or even using the gas pedal! I started thinking to myself that I could do this!
Of course, as it always seemed to happen in my driver’s lessons, as soon as I thought I had figured it out, something would happen to assure me that I had not! And there it was in front of me. Wait a minute. That looked like the same huge truck with what seemed like 50 wheels that almost made our car as flat as a dumpling wrapper when I was trying to get on the freeway from the rest area. But how could that be? He had to be moving at like 90 miles per hour when I saw him disappear into the distance. I was barely going 70. I never thought I’d see that monster vehicle again! Well as my husband explained, there was a very long uphill stretch of freeway that we were on. Michigan doesn’t have any real mountains but there are some pretty good sized hills, especially “Up North” as they say. There are even a lot of snow resorts near my in-law’s small town. As it turns out there is a long line of unbroken hills that they call a ridge in this part of Michigan. You don’t really notice this because it happens sort of gradually. But the trucks notice it. They are able to go pretty darned fast on flat ground and of course downhill. But on a long uphill drive they sort of lose their edge. They are so crazy heavy that their motors just can’t keep them moving at that same speed. So now I was actually catching up to this giant piece of moving metal.
This did NOT make me happy. Until now I was quite content to stay in the slow lane and just concentrate on keeping the car in my lane. I was even able to look around a little bit and see some of the scenery. This part of Michigan is actually quite pretty. There are lots of lakes, rivers and forests, and apparently big stupid trucks that couldn’t make it up a hill without getting in my way! So now what? Well there were only 2 choices. Either I had to slow down, a lot, to stay behind this multi-ton menace. OR I had to pass him. My husband had already warned me about following any of these big trucks too close. It seems they take great pleasure in throwing rocks at your windshield with their 50 tires and I wasn’t looking to complicate my day even further by looking through a bunch of chips and cracks. So I was going to pass my first truck! Look in my side mirror. Check. This had fooled me once so I knew it wasn’t enough. Check my blind spot. Check. Turn signal on, move over into the fast lane and start passing the truck. There weren’t many cars on the freeway so I just let our cruise control keep our speed right at the limit. When I had been trying to get onto the freeway this same truck had zoomed by me so fast I didn’t really get a chance to see how long it was. But now that I was passing the truck at a much slower speed it seemed like it was as long as a train! Oh well, so it may take a while. No problem with that. After all, no one was behind me…HEY!!! WHERE DID THAT CAR IN MY MIRROR COME FROM? And where the HECK was that next rest area?
SHOP MY LOOK:
White long vest @TJ Maxx
Heart print bow tie shirt @Loft
Gold cross body bag @Valentino
White skinny jeans @Guess
Leopard print shoes @DSW @Nine West
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