 |
| Rental car and Big Whitey |
I spent two days in Dallas, unfettered and untethered, while Himself took a class about safety or spaceships or something. Since the majority of the time we are in the truck where Himself is captain of the ship and in control of all things and I am a merely a passenger along for the ride, it was a real treat.
Although, since I drive so infrequently, it takes me a while to get the hang of things like looking where I'm going, watching for road signs, and not killing anyone.
Sure, everyone knows texting and driving is dangerous but a Tumbleweed let loose on the highways is probably equally hazardous. For the first hour anyway. After that my natural ninja-like driving skills take over and all is well with the world.
Driving fast, music blasting from the speakers, going nowhere and everywhere all at once gives me the feeling that anything is possible. I get the same feeling with my first cup of coffee, that the world is mine and I will accomplish great things that day.
Of course, I don't. I get sidetracked easily, put things off, or get stuck in traffic--literal and metaphorical--still, I relish the feeling; it gives me hope. Tomorrow's another day, right?
I like driving around aimlessly and even if I don't know where I'm going I never feel lost. Even if I am.
I visited an old friend and took care of some truck stuff but otherwise had no real plans.
I got the big idea to walk around downtown and maybe find the grassy knoll and solve the whole JFK conspiracy thing, but that didn't pan out. Mainly because:
A: Every man, woman, and child within 1,000 mile area was also walking around and hogging up all the parking spaces.
and
B: It was 198 degrees in the shade and walking with a dog among the concrete jungle didn't seem too fun. Plus, Jas probably would have peed on the grassy knoll and ruined any hope of evidence.
We found some relatively shady hiking trails but Jas and I both have an aversion to being hot, so we mainly drove around with the air conditioning on listening to music.
And the world was mine. For a while anyway.
Love the connection you drew between coffee and driving, of feeling all empowered and go-getterish. I wish I accomplished a quarter of the things I think I'll do while I'm enjoying that first cup of coffee.
ReplyDeleteAnd somehow I just knew you were a fellow driving ninja. Don't talk to my husband about it, though - he thinks he's a better driver than I am. We wouldn't last two days in a truck like you and Himself. :)
I swear, that first cup of coffee makes me feel like rainbows are shooting out of my fingertips and anything is possible. It only lasts for about 7 minutes though and I'm enjoying the feeling too much to start anything. It's all downhill after that point.
DeleteYou know with you in that car and Himself in the truck you guys are half way to a real life Smokey and the Bandit. Of course Jas would have to change her name to Fred but it would be worth it.
ReplyDeleteTotally worth it. I had a big fat crush on the Snowman, even though he was always sweaty looking.
DeleteI wish I had any sense of direction. If I drove around aimlessly, no one would ever see me again.
ReplyDeleteAnd I would chide you for your aversion to heat keeping you from solving the JFK mystery, but I would have foregone it, too.
Thanks for the reprieve. I would make a terrible investigator because I give in at the slightest bit of hard work. Or heat. Or having to talk to people.
DeleteIn that type of heat I would definitely choose to drive around with the a/c on too! I'm glad your ninja driving skills kicked in! :)
ReplyDeleteMe too! It's hard to have to pay attention all the time, but I finally got the hang of it.
Deletethat's way too HOT to be walking around.
ReplyDeleteretreating into the A/C...with good music turned up...aimlessly driving...sounds like a plan to me!
(don't think i ever mentioned to you...sam's dad was SS...was there when JFK was shot. he was in the car right behind the pres.)
Oh wow, talk about being a part of history!
Delete(When I first read SS I thought of Hitler and was wondering how the Nazis were involved in the JFK shooting, and how Sam turnded out so normal after being raised by Nazis. Then Himeself said Secret Service and now it all makes sense.)
=)
Also, turnded is another word for turned, in some cultures. Probably Nazi ones.
DeleteUs normal folk do this every single day!
ReplyDeleteYou try to figure out who shot JFK everyday?! Or drive around lost everyday?
DeleteAnd when did you become normal?