Summer lovin', had me a blast
There was a motorcycle cop pointing his radar gun at me as I entered the interstate this morning and another cop (this time in a car) chillin' at the exit ramp 30 minutes later. Fortunately, I wasn't speeding either time, but had they checked me somewhere in the middle, they probably would have got me.
Summer lovin' happened so fast
It's an odd experience (for me, anyway) to drive in the morning, much less drive at speeds in excess of 65 mph (the posted limit) before 8am. I've never been a commuter before. I've been one for 2 months now and I'm still not used to it. My body doesn't like it -- I get very tense because of weavers, slowpokes, and signal-less lane shifters. I'm honestly not all that awake to begin with, despite coffee and a shower, and to have to be so alert takes energy that I just don't have. The initial flow of adrenaline has tapered to a trickle and I find myself driving by instinct. Scary.
Summer dreams ripped at the seams An accident happened yesterday morning about a mile ahead of me. I didn't see the crash but traffic stopped immediately in front of me. I was one of the first to drive by the wreckage. A silver haired man got out of the first car which had been hit from behind and turned around. I could see his mouth moving rapidly and his brow furrowing deeply. Then the driver of the 2nd car got out. Ooops --- it was a uniformed police officer. His mouth wasn't moving at all. Last thing I saw before I drove past was the officer opening trunk of his own car. For a first-aid kit? For a bat? Who knows? I had to get to work.
Bu-ut oh, those su-ummer nights.... The drive home is better for me in the sense that I'm quite awake, but worse in the sense that everyone else is quite awake too and in a desperate hurry to get where they're going. Fortunately, my drive is always against traffic, so I never have to be one of those 1000s of folks sitting still on the other side of the interstate divider, trying desperately to get to the 'burbs.
4 comments:
that was quite a surreal juxtaposition--the "summer love" song from Grease, and a story about commuting and an accident.
i say this while rubbing a sleepy fat orange cat's belly and he purrs.
i wish we could invent a transporter of some sort. this commuting through distances thing is oh so 3-dimensional. if we must deal with 3D, we could at least have a monorail.
a transporter would be nice. i'd like a set in the house, you know, so's i could put one by the couch and one by the fridge, just like Homer J. Simpson.
yes, and another one by the toilet via the couch. then we would never have to leave the couch. it's perfect.
We'd also have to be airlifted out of our house for emergency life-saving surgery after we'd both balloon to 900 lbs each.
"Later tonight on TLC, The Fattest People Ever, followed by a repeat of Half-ton Man."
Woo!
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