Hello, my name is Erica and I am afflicted with what they call “dumb luck.” It has been happening my whole life and I’ve come to accept it. I’m very lucky that I get to experience, what I consider, are some pretty damn cool things from time to time. I’m also well aware that many people hate me because of this. I frequently get comments like “You suck” and “you gotta be kidding me” from people that I consider friends and relatives. I’m sure that some of these people are currently plotting my death, presumably so they can steal my identity and experience what it’s like to be me for at least a day. Spoiler alert: pretty boring most of the time, I spend a fortune on 93 octane gas and I’m addicted to Oreo cookies. I do appreciate how very blessed I am though. It’s the little things in life that I appreciate; like that time when GM was kind enough to send me a brand new Cadillac ATS-V when the St. Pete Grand Prix was in town. And now, Nissan invited me to visit Miami next week so I can see the new 2017 GT-R. Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that time I turned down being an astronaut. Ok, only two of those things are true, but another cool thing that I actually got to do recently was fly to South Carolina for breakfast on a beautiful Sunday morning. My best friend in the world owns an airplane, and somehow decided to call me and say “Hey, I’m flying in right now, lets go get some breakfast.” I assumed I would pick him up at PIE, we would drive over to Cracker Barrel, have some coffee and still have time to drive around, aimlessly searching the back lots of car dealers for weird trade-in’s and rental car wrecks. Yes, that is a thing we do, don’t judge me.
So imagine my surprise when my friend landed at the airport, walked in to the terminal and asked me “Where should we eat, Vero Beach or Hilton Head?” We both decided that we have been to Vero beach enough, so we headed north to the deep south. After the Coast Guard C-130 got out of the way, we climbed to about 24,000 feet and had a smooth ride to the airport at the north end of what I assume was Hilton Head Island.
We borrowed a car, drove across the street from the airport and had breakfast at a little cafe… and then things got interesting. It seemed like every other car that drove by was something that you never really see on the road in Florida. I admit to being easily amused, but to me, this Hilton Head was a strange place. Here is a sample of what we spotted in one parking lot over the course of two french toasts and four cups of coffee.
Erica Habedank | WTOG CW44/ CBS Tampa Bay
Picture credits: Erica Habedank