Gotta get to Taos

At a time, early in my marriage we decided to go from Denver to Taos N.M over a three day weekend. We had one son at the time and were driving a VW poptop camper as primary transportation. You go south on I-25, over Raton Pass and turn right on a NM state highway to get to Taos. It was a newly discovered Artsy Fartsy community peopled by wannabe hippy artists and music makers. We were driving west on the highway with a heavy crosswind which is murder on the performance of a pop top camper and were going along at about 40 mph. traffic started backing up behind us and the first to pass was a group of about 12-15 bikers. Zoom, zoom, zoom. We laughed and surmised that they were saying " No time to talk, gotta get to Taos." The next car to pass was a tank of a 9 passenger vista cruiser station wagon with five nuns in it. when they went around and came back into the lane they were swerving a little, probably from catching the wind. As they straightened out and moved ahead I said," Boy, that nun was driving erotically!"

Coming soon. The Broadmoor waitress asking "Are you through with this mess?"