Start Your Engines

Waiting for the light on the corner of the square last week, I was surrounded by semi-trailer trucks, one in front, one behind and one to the left of me.

These giant vehicles clearly have a self-imposed right-of-way, especially if you are driving a compact car. At least if I had been crushed under their bumper like some roadkill, The Monticello News would not have had far to go to get a front page picture.
Once again my knowing when to drive and when to stay still has given me yet another day to enjoy life. Now just let me get to the store to buy some braeburn apples.

Highway 212 and 16 are almost straightaways which encourages pedal to the metal mentality. My speedometer must be off by 10 or so miles per hour, because even when I am slightly over the speed limit there is always someone passing me on these roads.

A carload of cheerful teens passes me giving me the one-finger waves. Some more pass me, mostly from Newton County. And then there is the semi-trailer truck that gets bigger and bigger in my rear mirror until I can see the reflection of my car in the bumper.
Finally, I pull in my driveway and sigh. I feel like I have just driven in the last lap of the Daytona 500. Those braeburn apples I bought better be good since they are responsible for my trip to Monticello in the first place.

Gentlemen and women, Start your engines!