…but we’ve seen it so many times before. We’re in the right lane doing sixty. The guy in the little compact car has it floored, zooming up from the right, and merges ahead of us just before he runs out of room against the guard rail. We recognize there is an aversion to merging behind a motorhome on the freeway. It’s worth almost any price to get in front. What none of us anticipated was that the hood latch on this little piece of shit sedan would fail at that moment and spontaneously release. The hood flipped up against his windshield and stayed there. He braked and swerved. We were pinned in our lane and couldn’t swerve, so we just hit the brakes and the horn. We didn’t hit him. He decided the guard rail wasn’t a terrible option compared to us. The truck behind us managed not to hit us as we stunk up the brakes. When it was clear, we all rolled on, except the guy in the little car. He was done on the shoulder. I think he was going to have to apply a little more duct tape to get roadworthy again. He might have had to clean off his seat as well.
We were up at 6, gone at 7. Glenwood Springs at 8, Vail Pass at 9:15, and Dillon at 9:30. Took a short break, spotted a mountain chickadee, then headed up toward the Eisenhower Tunnel. We passed a sign for an Urgent Care facility and *didn’t* stop. Traffic getting heavier. At the top by 10. Idaho Springs at 10:30. Some stop-and-go, but not bad. Denver by 11, all the way through town and set up in our favorite spot at St Vrain by noon, in time for a gut-buster burger at Carls Junior for lunch.
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