So, a pleasant fall-like afternoon. Just warm enough to let the breeze fly in
the truck windows on the way home. Letting the lines of the back roads lead
me home. My mind tracing all the steps of the day. Things I've done, things
I'm doing, and things I've yet to do. Letting myself calm down from the busy day.
It's probably a good 10 minutes before I get to the highway.
Flying down the acceleration ramp, as I need to get up to the 70 mph speed limit.
I am following a white car, who seems to have a much better engine than the
lawnmower like one in my truck.
In the slow lane, is a little blue BMW. It's a darkish blue, verging on gray. Sorta like a dark rain cloud.
A two seat BMW convertible. A man's hair flying back in the breeze as he drives
with his top down.
A big Ford F-150 4x4 pickup traveling his merry way down the passing lane.
Big cherry red monster.
I sighed thinking ... someday ... someday ... yeah.
The white Toyota gets way ahead of me and ventures off the ramp and onto the
highway.
Mr. BMW puts the peddle to the metal, races to beat the Ford to the car, but yet
comes flying up on the bumper of the car. We've all seen this trick. The 'Get past
the passer before he does, without hitting the car you are passing'.
Mr. BMW squeezes in a space i felt for sure was more like dead mans land. I saw
visions of rolling and crashing cars.
Red lights and smoking brakes of the pickup, Mr. BMW makes his way into the passing lane and continues on past the Toyota.
Exhaustingly so, I sigh, grateful for fate's intervention, no destruction on this day.
Freshly paved asphalt. Still sparkling black as it was mid last week. Hypnotic really. Dotted lines passing by, or I should say more like zipping by. I never really
remember the ride home much. My mind is elsewhere.
The super long Highway 40, which stretches across America from California to the
North Carolina shore, ends coming into Wilmington. Where you come upon stop
lights.
Second stop light up, as I'm going straight, I see Mr. BMW in the left hand turn lane. I marvel a moment at the fact I caught up to the hurried blue car. Then I notice the license plate... and passively thought about the irony of it...
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