I've noticed in recent years that driving long distances (like 200 miles to visit a relative, almost all

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17. When I was in my 20's,

I'd leave work in San Antonio, pick up my daughter, and we'd immediately head for family to spend the weekend with them. 750 miles each way. And I didn't think anything of it!

I made a trip to our capitol city to see a concert this past week. About an hour away. Grandson drove, and we took the backroads to get there. Lots of curving roads. Besides thinking "oh, my aching back" all I could think of was how much I would have enjoyed this road when I was using my motorcycle to get everywhere.

No, I have to drive 45 minutes to get to my doc every 3 months. Another 45 minutes in the other direction to get to my neurologist. By the time I get back home from either of these appointments, I'm drained and ready for a pain pill and a nap. I've given up on the idea of vacation driving. I guess I'm in "nesting mode" now!