Monday, February 09, 2009
On the Road
Some of our neighbourhood streets are reduced to one lane in the winter months due to parked cars and humongous mounds of snow. Ever the polite queue abiding Canadian, I take my turn to stop and wave others through those narrow spots.
But when the other driver doesn’t give me the customary wave of acknowledgment or nod of thanks? I’m rather hurt and disappointed – way out of proportion to the incident itself. (Yes, I can be somewhat oversensitive – even on the road.)
This is not to say I’m incapable of road rage. The air is occasionally blue within the confines of my car when I encounter the mind-numbing stupidity of other drivers. (One’s own driving skills are rarely viewed as stupid.)
And I often have a great time driving – singing my little heart out to my favourite tunes.
Driving is a microcosm of life itself. One experiences the highs, the lows and the in-betweens. And re-fueling is a must.
An occasional washing is good, too – although this is where my life differs from that microcosm thing. Many are appalled at how infrequently I have my car washed. I'm of the opinion nature does a great job. But I’m thinking the underside of my car is due to be cleaned of all that de-icing junk. And when I think it’s time, it’s way past due.
It’s also time to have all the dog hair inside the car vacuumed out.
And that’s called moving on…