Really? Really? Interstate 80 through a recliner? What can that possibly mean? well, here goes. I will tell you that I am THE only person I know who has run right through a real recliner. Here's the story and I'm sticking to it! It was about 7:45, dusk. It was the Tuesday before Mickey and I were to fly to Seattle to catch the cruise. I was driving home from Lindsay/Andie's houses...happy, happy, happy. The far right lane was vacant while the middle and left lanes were fairly crowded. Duh, so change lanes. And there it was a recliner sitting upright in the far left lane. 'Was' is the operative word...because I promptly smashed it to pieces (strung it across the three lanes). The thing was demolished and I did it! Well, me and my beloved Honda Pilot. I thought for sure I had two flat tires, so I pulled over to check it out. At the same time, I made sure no one could see my face...SO embarassing. I was just fine, but my beloved Pilot was pretty messed up - NOOO!flat tires just a lot of dropping headlights. I watched as the bumped cumbled and fell in the dirt. The right side of my car which had been previously damaged was also slightly messed up. I am so glad I was driving my Honda/SUV. If I had been in a sedan, the thing would have been totaled. But the bill to the insurance company came to just about $3,000. And the car was repaired just 2 days later. Yes, I personally destroyed a tan recliner. Shore was a proud moment.
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