It was pretty much hella awesome. Except the part where I accidentally wound up on the highway and nearly gave myself a heart attack.
... Maybe I should amend the above the above bit. Crazy twisty roads with almost no traffic.
Unlike said heart-attack-inducing highway.
But there was someone who stayed right behind me for a good three miles. Because he couldn't pass. And then nearly hit several people.
So people who pull crap like that pretty much piss me off. Especially if there's no apparent reason for it. I mean, come on. Saturday afternoon, rainy day? What's the hurry, people?