I have developed an irrational fear of Tennessee.

Today we were driving through it on our way to the coast and I started having panic attacks somewhere near Nashville.

After being stuck in the volunteer state for a week with a “blowed” van, I questioned every little move our car made. 

Like Pavlov’s dog, my heart started to race every time the car made a “funny” noise.

What if we never get out of Tennessee?  This is a legitimate question.

Brad and I tried to find a route to the gulf coast that avoided Tennessee, but we weren’t willing to travel hours out of the way.  Tennessee is a big state.

It’s a shame I have negative feelings toward this state.  It’s a great place aside from all the troubles we encountered.  The folks are friendly, the scenery is beautiful, and the whiskey is pleasantly spiced.

We met some of the nicest strangers in Tennessee. 

Thanks Tennessee.  You were good to us while we were there.

Rest in Peace “Pink” Campervan 1983-2008.