Huh, they say he stopped in town here, then turned farking EAST toward End of Gorramed Earth, MN. It's been foggy as hell here, no doubt, vis was 1/8 of a mile the last few days in freezing fog - just how the hell did he end up on the interstate, drive 200+ miles and not farking die in that?

But at what point does your internal clock kick in? You don't have to do complex math to figure it out - 30 mph for 12 hours, well that's 360 miles. I've overshot by about 11 hours (being liberal here). The guy at the dealership said I should turn around and go south you know, back to South Dakota, so let's go north through town, then east into Minnesota. Was that a river I just crossed?

If I was trying to get home from the store and the next day I pulled into, say, Minneapolis, I'd go ahead and surrender my license right then and there because I would be a hazard on the road and should not be driving.

Even if you don't have a cellphone, you can pull into just about any place these days, especially in this part of the country, and phone home.

Stubborn old farmers are stubborn. That or his wife is an incredible nag.

A tad, Leonard?! You drove almost a 6th of the way across the country in the wrong... DIRECTION!!! Now we don't have enough money to get to Britton! We don't have enough money to get home! We don't have enough money to eat! We don't have enough money... TO SLEEP!!

/in his defense, it has been foggier than fark here
//but still

Who is this guy using my name?

YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY

wildcardjack: See, this is what you get when seniors start self medicating with marijuana.

This has nothing to do with mexicans.

SweetBearCub: libranoelrose: YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY

"He says we're going the wrong way..."

"Oh, he's drunk. How would he know where we're going?"

*can't find the video*

hehehe

Sunday morning mass, St. Cloud MN:

"Do we have any visitors here today?" *Old man raises hand* "Oh, great, where are you coming from this morning?"

"I don't know. Is this Sioux falls?"

This is why my father ALWAYS warns me to look out for people driving the wrong way down major highways when driving home from his place. It's on a major corridor, and someone at least a few times a year takes a wrong turn onto the wrong way on the interstate/US hwys. I've seen it once........

To Wish Impossible Things: Charlie Freak: Huh, they say he stopped in town here, then turned farking EAST toward End of Gorramed Earth, MN. It's been foggy as hell here, no doubt, vis was 1/8 of a mile the last few days in freezing fog - just how the hell did he end up on the interstate, drive 200+ miles and not farking die in that?

What interstate? Unless I missed something, Grand Forks, ND to Grand Rapids, MN is a route that avoids anything near an interstate. Only interstate in that region is just west of Grand Forks, not east of it.

Major highway around there is highway 2. While the western part of it is divided, the eastern part devolves to a 2 lane road.

And that's assuming he's not taking back roads.

Heh, I'm looking at Highway 2 from my desk as I write this, and if I get up and walk to the door, I can see I-29.

The article said he stopped at a dealership here in GF and asked for directions, only to head east to Grand Rapids instead of south whence he came.

He drove all the way here from SD in the fog, and he may or may not have taken I-29. I assume he did because most back highways end up going to either gravel or minimum maintenance if you miss a turn, and considering he was bad enough at finding his way in that junk, I kind of doubt he took the back roads (going through a bunch of small towns that were not his might have tipped him off, too).

And Highway 2 is very well maintained and 4-lane divided from the Montana state line all the way to about 50 miles west of Grand Rapids, MN.

Bschott007:
Now, I there is *some* Western ND/SD vs Eastern ND/SD mentality/resentment. Because of the Fargo metro and population boom in the eastern ...

Haven't been out west lately, have you? :)

HeathenHealer:
Huh, I moved here from Minneapolis years ago. I love it here. The people aren't nearly as dumb or drunk as you make them sound. They are, in my experience, extremely warm, family oriented people with strong bonds to their hometowns, willing to do anything to help each other out. Not a bad thing at all.

Maybe they just hate you.

Same here, California, just over 13 years now. You hit the nail on the head. Do, though, add suspicion of all outsiders to your list.