Few things are more relaxing than my Favorite Sister Jackie chauffeuring me on the beautiful, smooth streets of Chandler, Arizona, and the other towns in the Phoenix metro zone.
Above Jackie is driving us north on Chandler Boulevard, which looks like an actual boulevard, unlike the Texas boulevard, as in Taft Boulevard, that being the pseudo boulevard, my abode is addressed on.
Every time I return from being in either Texas or Washington, getting picked up at the airport, either DFW International, or the local to me now, Wichita Falls Regional Airport, I take over driving duty and instantly think something is wrong with the vehicle, as in, thinking the suspension is broken, or tires partly flat.
And then I remember, I am back driving on a Texas road, where one learns to dodge potholes, and a variety of other detriments to a smooth driving surface, like all the manhole covers that make for big bumps, on the section of Taft Boulevard, north of MSU (Midwestern State University).
Here in Wichita Falls, every time I have left the airport and arrived at the entry ramp to the freeway, unlit, in the dark, it is always a bit disturbing, how beat up that entry ramp is, thinking such to be appalling, what with it being visitor's first experience with getting on a Texas freeway.
I have more than once verbally wondered what a Texan thinks when they get out of Texas to a state like Arizona, with most roads being not like bumpy Texas roads...
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