Mota Boy
03-15-2005, 12:17 PM
Mota Boy's Tales from the Road
The weather is gorgeous today. The sun is out, there is a slight breeze blowing and the temperature is in the sixties. On the way back from picking up my lunch I had to cross a section of the road raised high to meet some train tracks running perpendicular. Usually there's someone idling along in front of me, but this time the road was clear. The Machines of Loving Graces' "Butterfly Wings" was blasting and the windows were rolled down, so that was all the excuse I needed to accellerate. Forty miles an hour was all it took and I had a brief moment when all four wheels tasted air, then I hit the other side laughing my ass off.
I couldn't just go back to work after that, so I picked a side road and started off down it. "Butterfly Wings" gave way to the Blue Man Group's cover of "White Rabbit" as I went up a windy road with the forest so thick on both sides that it seemed the road had been carved out of it. The road doubled back on itself several times, passed through a tiny town and then headed up a mountain. Off across the valley were clear swaths of land that would've been chairlifts if this was Colorado but here marked the paths of power lines. At the summit was a parked pick-up, its owner was out of the cab, taking in the sights. Filter's "Take a Picture" provided the soundtrack as I crested the mountain and started into the next valley, trying not to spend too much time eyeing a fire in the distance. Eventually I forced myself to turn around. I love driving, and I used to know that it was time to turn around and head back home when the radio station to which I was listening faded into nothingness, but since I got XM radio... one of these days, when I'm in an especially good mood, the weather and scenery are gorgeous and the music is right... I might leave on a lunch break and end up in another state.
The weather is gorgeous today. The sun is out, there is a slight breeze blowing and the temperature is in the sixties. On the way back from picking up my lunch I had to cross a section of the road raised high to meet some train tracks running perpendicular. Usually there's someone idling along in front of me, but this time the road was clear. The Machines of Loving Graces' "Butterfly Wings" was blasting and the windows were rolled down, so that was all the excuse I needed to accellerate. Forty miles an hour was all it took and I had a brief moment when all four wheels tasted air, then I hit the other side laughing my ass off.
I couldn't just go back to work after that, so I picked a side road and started off down it. "Butterfly Wings" gave way to the Blue Man Group's cover of "White Rabbit" as I went up a windy road with the forest so thick on both sides that it seemed the road had been carved out of it. The road doubled back on itself several times, passed through a tiny town and then headed up a mountain. Off across the valley were clear swaths of land that would've been chairlifts if this was Colorado but here marked the paths of power lines. At the summit was a parked pick-up, its owner was out of the cab, taking in the sights. Filter's "Take a Picture" provided the soundtrack as I crested the mountain and started into the next valley, trying not to spend too much time eyeing a fire in the distance. Eventually I forced myself to turn around. I love driving, and I used to know that it was time to turn around and head back home when the radio station to which I was listening faded into nothingness, but since I got XM radio... one of these days, when I'm in an especially good mood, the weather and scenery are gorgeous and the music is right... I might leave on a lunch break and end up in another state.