Woe, woe and thrice woe - Part the Fourth - What's that on the road - A head?

When we left our intrepid blogger in Part the Third, it was 1:30 p.m. on a lovely (now that she was about 400 kms inland) Friday and she was hurtling westward at 112 kph, approximately 473 kms into a 672 km trip, sipping the world's finest coffee, with a dying cell phone, no car charger, a distressing wobble coming from the wheels and having decided to press on despite the car's exhaust system being disturbingly grumbly.

So I'm toodling along, weather much improved, coffee much improved, wishing I'd brought slightly livelier CDs that don't threaten to lull me to sleep, when I notice the care ahead of me swerve slightly to avoid something on the road.

Something in pieces. Brown. And not brown. Disturbingly red, in fact. Scattered the width of the west-bound lanes. It is an Ex-Bunny.

And then I see it. A cute, wee, ickle bunny head, sans cute, wee, ickle bunny body (see, brown and red above), still relatively intact, spinning in rapid circles in the middle of the lane. I carefully aim the car and resist the urge to lift my feet, braced for the possibility of a miscalculation in the trajectory of the spins, with the resulting *crunch* of wee bunny skull.

But I dodge that bullet and continue west-ward. The rest of the trip is resoundingly DULL after that point.

I reach the last Usual Refueling Stop before my destination and check the gas gauge. I am quite amazed to realize that I must be getting fabulous gas mileage, as I have driven almost all the way across the island on less than one tank of gas. Either that, or I have the largest gas tank on a mid-sized import known to humankind. I fill 'er up, and trundle onward. I am almost at my destination and about to drive through one of my favourite sections of highway on the entire island.

Is mountains. Squeee!