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A seven hour car ride turned into nine. The usual effed up, no good reason traffic jams between Montgomery and Birmingham on 65N did it again. Then, three different levels of hell poured out of the sky. My wife would have appreciated me pulling over to let the storms pass, but I crept along with the others that weren’t too scared. The reward was a fine Indian dinner at Sitar and knowing that story is worth the cost of admission.