The Adventures of JC

I decided that JC was important enough to deserve at least one blog post. It begins with his less than friendly welcome to Oregon. On our first morning, while driving up to Mt Bachelor, our Fearless Leader went to overtake a local, slow moving vehicle. The driver of said vehicle decided that he wasn’t happy with this piece of driving, so took the matter into his own hands. He firstly veered left, thus physically blocking us, before slowing down to a stop, then getting out of his carto reprimand us. The citizen cop had sprung into action! While August prepared to pretend to reach for the glovebox in case this rather rough-looking man in a Harley Davidson t-shirt pulled a gun on us (not entirely unlikely in America) JC calmly bore this man’s tirade, quietly apologising, while he yelled at us, including  saying ‘ why don’t you just go back to the Sierras where you can drive like a Californian’.  We didn’t mention that we were Australian…

The next thing occurred the following morning, when he decided to let August drive so he wouldn’t cop any more abuse from angry hillbillies… I mean, locals. We pulled into a petrol station, and JC got out of the car to fill up. However, he was committing another of the Seven Deadly Sins of Oregon. In this state, only an attendant may fill up your gas, so the person came out and reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to touch the pump. JC just couldn’t get anything right!

Race results will be posted later, as it’s time for JC’s afternoon nap (picturd below). A quote before we go: ‘if i wore a wig, I could be Ellie’s mini-me.

nawwww….

mini-me