Lesson Learned · Life · Mustache · The Bustache · VW Bus

Just Say “No” to Option 2

Or, Bustache and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day – The Finale

Last you left us, Steve, Westi and I were driving Bustache from LA to Orange County in SoCal’s “Storm Watch 2011.”

Sometimes I intentionally make bad decisions.  Take this scenario, for example:

This is me on any given Friday night (when Steve’s out of town, of course…).

Just hangin' out, watchin' some TV, drinkin' some wine...

Suddenly, I drop the remote control on the floor!  Oh no!

Butter fingers.

I am faced with two choices.  First, I can do the smart thing and place the glass of wine on a solid stable surface, like say, the coffee or side table.

This really is the only choice.

However, most of the time I pick option 2.  I choose to save .00001% of my energy and precariously balance the glass on my white down-comforter right next to my thigh; thus, avoiding the double effort of reaching for both the coffee table and the remote, AND then the coffee table again.

But I'm saving .00001% of my energy!

This is obviously stupid… and 99 times out of 100, it results in red wine spilling all over my down-comforter, and I think… why, oh why, didn’t I just do it the right way!

I sooo deserve this.

But that 1 time it doesn’t?  I exclaim in glee that I wasn’t punished for my laziness, and I promise never to do anything that stupid again.

Hallelujah!!! I'm like a ninja... but I'll use my brains from now on!

Can anyone relate to this? ….  No? …. Shoot…

What does this have to do with the previous story – our journey from LA to OC that fateful day?  Well, deciding to drive south was like picking option 2.  It was stupid, and halfway through the trip, I knew if we made it home alive, we would exclaim in glee relief that we weren’t punished for our laziness/stupidity.  And we would swear we never to do anything that dumb again.

It turns out that this storm was record setting in Southern California.  I know that might not be saying much, BUT, I’m pretty sure this is somewhat comparable to a Level 2 Hurricane in other parts of our country.  I mean, our roads and psyche aren’t built for the rain.

We started heading straight south… it was a little precarious, but not impossible.

But the further we drove, the more the rain came down and the wind picked up.

At one point, Steve looked over and saw me white-knuckling the door handles.  He decided this was the time to impart some reassuring wisdom.

“You’ve got to relax, Babe.  If we get get in an accident, it’s those whose bodies are most relaxed that will survive.  If you’re tense, the injuries will be amplified.”

Um…. if I could think of the ONE piece of advice that was not going to make me more relaxed?  That would be it. Fail, my Love. Epic fail.

But we kept trudging a long.  The weather just got worse.  And Bustache’s handling just got less and less predictable.

Looking out of the windshield, we strained to keep our eyes on the road… or even just SEE the road.

Not an exaggeration.

There were several moments where I was sure we were going to be blown over or crashed into.  I still have no idea why we didn’t stop.

And then, after 2 hours of going 15 miles an hour down the 405, we pulled into our driveway.  I am not too proud to admit that I cried tears of joy.  True story.

An important lesson was learned that night.  Just say “no” to option 2.  We’re taking this one to heart! (Dearest Parents, You raised us to make better decisions, we know.  We swear we will never make this mistake again!)

What do you think?  Have you ever chosen option 2 and regretted it?  Ever gotten away with it?  Will you do it again?

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7 thoughts on “Just Say “No” to Option 2

  1. I can totally relate. When we forst got the Pig we decided to drive to St. Joseph Missouri to visit some family for Thanksgiving. We got hit by a huge blizzard with whiteout conditions in the middle of nowhere, we averaged like 14 miles an hour, and drove our bus through countless flipped over cars, and stranded motorists. It was FREEZING, and I vowed to never do that again. Love the original artwork by the way! HA HA!

    1. That is scary! A blizzard would the worst. Does the Pig have chains? How about a heater? ;-)

      Snow would be a tough one for Bustache… I don’t think he’s every seen it in his life! Wind is pretty bad too, though. Because he’s so tall, he catches even the smallest gust.

  2. “You’ve got to relax, Babe. If we get get in an accident, it’s those whose bodies are most relaxed that will survive. If you’re tense, the injuries will be amplified.”

    Tried to reply earllier,,,,,but somehow got lost. Anyhow, this line had me laughing hysterically! Sierra, I just love your blogs!! And I have had the same exact experience……balancing a perfectly good glass of wine on a not so balanced comforter while watching TV and reaching for that ever friendly goat cheese and cracker snack…and splat!!!! :)

    And I would also add….I have also selected choice #2……our family heading up to Big Bear….storm coming quickly…..snow definitely coming Soon ……and Heavy. And there we were…two parents…three kids in a mini van….at the local McDonald’s at the base of the mountain with a decision……(go for it, with no chains for a great ski weekend or head back home for another time (my choice, I’ll admit). Well, the adventurous ones won out…..and thanks to friendly people who had chains and helped us put them on, we ended up in snow heaven….safe and ready for a great weekend!! So glad you all made it home safely!!!!And thanks for a great story!!! :) Hope this comment goes through this time!

    1. It came through! :-(D

      Oh, that Big Bear story! I don’t think I would have been as brave. Rain is one thing, but snow can just be scary – probably because I don’t have much experience with it. I’ll have to ask Steve about this one!

      And thanks for admitting the wine, comforter, goat-cheese experience. I was worried I might be the only one! I’m so glad you like the blog. It’s been a lot of fun writing it!

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