My fist was curled firmly around the handbrake, my feet orchestrating a game of reverse musical chairs on the clutch, accelerator, and brake pedal as I attempted to maneuver the stick shift car up the incline through parking concessions and up to the drab, concrete parking deck of Mount Rushmore National Memorial. After paying the $10 parking fee, rolling backwards a … [Read more...] about Feeling Presidential: One for Mount Rushmore