First Things First
First thing I had to do this morning was go back to yesterday's post and edit it. I can't believe that I misspelled my wife's first name. I got a nice congratulatory email from Terry Brisbin the other day and gently corrected him on the way he spelled Marcy's name, lo and behold I did the same thing. Ooops. Done. Marcy has also given me encouragement to write more often like I used to. Thank You Love.
Riding was good this morning, the temperature was about 60 degrees. I think that's the first time it has been that low. I am going ride back to the apartment at lunchtime, drive the car back because I have the teaching job tonight. If this all works out well, I may do the same thing tomorrow. Tomorrow after work I drive to the airport so I can do my plane commute.
Friday nights are always worth living for
I have been thinking about Tom and Sherry, two university students who worked hard in their studies and parties hard when they had the chance. On a particular Friday evening they were feeling happy and alive, ready to go into the night to party on with all their friends. The road they were taking was a good ole Texas two lane country state highway. Like many state highways out in the sticks, traffic was on the increase because of growth and development. It's hard to define when country isn't country anymore, it just sneaks up on you. One day you are in the country if you live in the country, and the next day you are in a suburban community. The deer, the fox, and all the surviving animals don't even know when it is they've become urbanized, and that's something because they can predict the weather.
Anyway Tom and Sherry, had someplace to go and the traffic was heavy and slow because all the folks who moved from the city to be in the country who've made the country a suburb, who were in a hurry too, but were going slow because the front vehicle was going slow and the highway accommodation for increased traffic couldn't take it because that's just the way roadways are built in this country, because it doesn't seem to matter how wide or how many lanes a road has, there is always congested flow, and they (Tom and Sherry) decided they were invincible on this Friday evening and decided to pass the slow vehicle on the right. There was a solid yellow stripe in there lane which meant the couldn't legally pass on the left. Besides there was plenty of oncoming traffic making it impossible to pass legally anyway. With virtually no shoulder, on the highway, but a fairly wide swath of loose gravel extending to the bar ditch. So there they go, or should I say there goes Tom because he was driving. He gunned it around the slow car and pulled left to get back on the asphalt. He could see that there was no traffic in front of him, once he got pack on the road, it was smooth sailing to where he was going, because he had someplace to go. But something went wrong. The loose grave and the acceleration applied to the gas pedal caused him to swerve. The little pickup lurched onto the highway at a bad angle and when traction came into effect, the truck, Tom, and Sherry shot across the two lane road right under a semi truck loaded down with cow hides coming from the slaughter house to the tanning factory. Metal and tires and dodging cars made such a ruckus, a ruckus as violent as could be as the three, truck, Tom and Sherry were swallowed up, disappearing into the bowls of monstrous crash. It became quiet. Sherry was gone instantly to the unknown life. Tom, gurgled in his lungs and larynx a few times before he went away. The big truck driver and all those around............well that's another story.
Riding was good this morning, the temperature was about 60 degrees. I think that's the first time it has been that low. I am going ride back to the apartment at lunchtime, drive the car back because I have the teaching job tonight. If this all works out well, I may do the same thing tomorrow. Tomorrow after work I drive to the airport so I can do my plane commute.
Friday nights are always worth living for
I have been thinking about Tom and Sherry, two university students who worked hard in their studies and parties hard when they had the chance. On a particular Friday evening they were feeling happy and alive, ready to go into the night to party on with all their friends. The road they were taking was a good ole Texas two lane country state highway. Like many state highways out in the sticks, traffic was on the increase because of growth and development. It's hard to define when country isn't country anymore, it just sneaks up on you. One day you are in the country if you live in the country, and the next day you are in a suburban community. The deer, the fox, and all the surviving animals don't even know when it is they've become urbanized, and that's something because they can predict the weather.
Anyway Tom and Sherry, had someplace to go and the traffic was heavy and slow because all the folks who moved from the city to be in the country who've made the country a suburb, who were in a hurry too, but were going slow because the front vehicle was going slow and the highway accommodation for increased traffic couldn't take it because that's just the way roadways are built in this country, because it doesn't seem to matter how wide or how many lanes a road has, there is always congested flow, and they (Tom and Sherry) decided they were invincible on this Friday evening and decided to pass the slow vehicle on the right. There was a solid yellow stripe in there lane which meant the couldn't legally pass on the left. Besides there was plenty of oncoming traffic making it impossible to pass legally anyway. With virtually no shoulder, on the highway, but a fairly wide swath of loose gravel extending to the bar ditch. So there they go, or should I say there goes Tom because he was driving. He gunned it around the slow car and pulled left to get back on the asphalt. He could see that there was no traffic in front of him, once he got pack on the road, it was smooth sailing to where he was going, because he had someplace to go. But something went wrong. The loose grave and the acceleration applied to the gas pedal caused him to swerve. The little pickup lurched onto the highway at a bad angle and when traction came into effect, the truck, Tom, and Sherry shot across the two lane road right under a semi truck loaded down with cow hides coming from the slaughter house to the tanning factory. Metal and tires and dodging cars made such a ruckus, a ruckus as violent as could be as the three, truck, Tom and Sherry were swallowed up, disappearing into the bowls of monstrous crash. It became quiet. Sherry was gone instantly to the unknown life. Tom, gurgled in his lungs and larynx a few times before he went away. The big truck driver and all those around............well that's another story.
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