...or 59.9 kilometers if you prefer metric. To what, you ask? It is the distance from here to the closest Sonic Drive-In restaurant. I hate TV commercials, in particular the ones that drive me crazy for something so simple as a drive-in with carhops. I can remember (showing my age...) a restaurant in Virginia called Tops Drive In, where my friends and I used to waste far too much time, enjoying a thick shake and exchanging comments about and glances at the adjoining cars and their occupants. It was one of the first things that you did when you (or one of your friends) first got their license and car. The drive-in was quite the social mecca. It is a shame that the only equivalent today is the mall food court or a McDonald's parking lot, sprinkled liberally with "No Loitering" signs. Drive-ins actually encouraged you to hang out as long as you didn't get too rowdy. Ah, summer evenings, hanging out...
So I guess I'll have to get in the car and drive a bit to relive this memory soon.
Thirty-Seven Point Two Miles
...or 59.9 kilometers if you prefer metric. To what, you ask? It is the distance from here to the closest Sonic Drive-In restaurant. I hate TV commercials, in particular the ones that drive me crazy for something so simple as a drive-in with carhops. I can remember (showing my age...) a restaurant in Virginia called Tops Drive In, where my friends and I used to waste far too much time, enjoying a thick shake and exchanging comments about and glances at the adjoining cars and their occupants. It was one of the first things that you did when you (or one of your friends) first got their license and car. The drive-in was quite the social mecca. It is a shame that the only equivalent today is the mall food court or a McDonald's parking lot, sprinkled liberally with "No Loitering" signs. Drive-ins actually encouraged you to hang out as long as you didn't get too rowdy. Ah, summer evenings, hanging out...
So I guess I'll have to get in the car and drive a bit to relive this memory soon.
