CCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
This morning started out grand. I was getting ready to go work much like any other morning when my nose decided to play a prank on me. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when out of nowhere … a sneeze came on. There was no warning. With a mouth full of bubbling tooth paste , I sneezed. Even though I had covered my mouth and nose, the bathroom mirror took the brunt of the expulsion. Needless to say, I had a bit of cleaning up to do after that. About the only thing worse… at least from my point of view… than sneezing with a mouth full off foaming tooth paste, is sneezing with your full face motorcycle helmet on. I have done that as well, but fortunately my helmet is modular, allowing me to lift the whole front up and out of the way.
I cleaned up my little incident and finished getting ready for work. I had hoped to ride the motorcyle this morning. The temperatures were well within my riding tolerance but the roads were wet. I checked radar and some green was still plotting up on the map. I decided I had better take the truck. The truck is very reliable but I’ve come to enjoy the bike alot. I have been amazed at the difference in gas cost this past few weeks as the weather has kept me off the bike. I’m just not crazy enough to ride the bike to work in the rain… especially when its cold.
Reluctantly, I climbed into the truck and headed toward the Interstate. A mile or two into my drive I can upon a slow moving small car… one of those boxy little ones that have come out in the last couple years. The car couldn’t go any faster because there was a tractor trailer blocking each lane ahead. Some doofus came flying up on my bumper flashing his lights to try to get me to move out of the way. When I didn’t, he shot to the right lane and quickly slammed on his brakes as he came to the back of the first truck. I detest when people do that. Where do they think it is going to get them?
The trucks finally moved out of the way and little square bozo began to move. I can only imagine that the engine in the little cuboid vehicle was screaming at the top of is lungs trying to pass the trucks. I clicked the cruise back on as the little roller skate moved to the right lane. As I passed, I noticed the driver was a girl in her early to mid twenties. She was clutching the steering wheel with a death grip and had an expression of fear on her face. Her gaze was locked dead ahead. The expression she wore was that of someone trying to escape from a pack of zombies reaching over from the back seat. I hope she wasn’t going very far or she would probably need some medication.
The kind of driving this gal was doing concerns me. My Uncle Don drove like that. There must have been fingernail marks dug into the back of the steering wheel. If you’re a person who drives all tensed up like this, I apologize if you are offended. I was taught to drive relaxed, looking as far ahead as possible. I don’t know how someone can react to a situation when their hands are so tight from gripping the wheel that they practically have to pull or pry their fingers off. Maybe part of my bias to this driving style is because part of my early years of driving were done on a standard steering … aka no power steering… Ford pickup truck. You couldn’t put your thumbs around the inside of the wheel or grip too tightly while driving that truck. If the tires caught a rut or pothole, it could yank the steering wheel hard enough to break your fingers. My dad yelled at me over and over about that.
Anyway… The rest of the day has gone ok. Just had my flu shot. According to my one coworker… I shouldn’t get one because I may be patient zero of the zomby appocolypse. LIVE BRAIINNNNNS LIVE BRAIIINSSSSSSS!!!!!…
Have a good one..
~Cappy