Not exactly flying down the road
I was driving home on Tuesday from Irvine. You see some interesting things along the way and I usually have my camera out and sitting on the seat beside me. And the law of Murphy sometimes kicks in even when driving home.
It had been a rather uneventful trip (which is a good thing) from Irvine to the Golden Acorn where the big wind turbines line the crest.
Not long after the decent begins at a rather steep rate. Trucks are limited to 35 mph. The rest of us 55. The road twists and turns and the ears pop. On one of those turns I came upon this pickup truck hauling a old plane fuselage and wings. No way I could get a picture. It was two hands on the wheel.
I stopped for lunch in El Centro (near where the kamikaze butterflies attached), not long after and once again on the road I passed the pickup again. How did I know it was the same pickup? 
This time I got a couple quick snaps but nothing I could see very well from the Berry.
All in all I passed this same pickup 4 times on the way back to Tucson. I think he was managing about 60 mph most of the time.
Not exactly flying down the road, but it made the trip a little interesting.
The only thing that topped it was the other guy in the pickup driving down the wrong side of I-8, but that wasn’t exactly “interesting”, scary is a better word.
