We're home

I drove to Sarasota on Friday afternoon, picked up Peter and we left his field office at around 3:30pm.  I drove till we needed to refuel, then he took over.

About halfway thru Alligator Alley the sky opened up.  And rained for almost the entire weekend.  Off and on, mostly on.

We decided to have dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant in Ft. Lauderdale.  We have a favorite waiter and we were fortunate enough to get him.

It was a nice setting - we had a corner booth, dark restaurant, soft lighting, Italian music playing, pouring rain outside, out of town and kicking off a 3-day weekend.  Nice.

Our original plans were to drive down to Key West for the day on Sunday, but we cancelled that due to weather.  Good thing we cancelled.  Predictions were for all of South FL to be covered in rain.

Sunday afternoon was the very worst rain I've ever been in my life.  And I'm not exaggerating.  And guess who was driving.  On I-95 Southbound in Miami.  Yep.  Me.  We drove back to the hotel to get ready for dinner, and most of their parking lot was flooded.  I remember being hearing someone in the Corvette Club mention that if you can't see through the water - don't drive thru it.  Especially in a Vette.

Well ... guess who drove over a parking stopper.  OHMYGOSH.  Firsrt the front wheels. Then I heard the  bottom of the car scraping.  And then the rear wheels.  Oh oh.

I thought for sure the bottom of the car was going to fall off.  Or break something.

But I must have had a guardian angel watching over me, because nothing happened.  No error message flashed.  No flat tires.  We checked all around the car, after I got it to high and dry land, to see if there was any fiberglass smashed.  Nope.

Whew!