Tuesday, June 9, 2009

On long car trips your car becomes an extensions of yourself as you compare it with the other cars that were, in our case, passing us.

Our car was the equivalent of the chubby, cross-eyed kid with asthma. And we were friends with him. As the rich kids, fast kids, and jocks passed us with their friends, we couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Embarrassed of our little friend who was taking us across the country...ever so slowly.

So we derived pleasure the same way all outcasts and losers do - by taunting others. Jon is adept at using cars in neighboring lanes to trap a car that moves too fast for his liking.

In New Mexico he sprained an ankle. Waiting on the side of the road we were rocked back and forth by semis trucking through. The football linebackers of the road. Behemoths.

1 comment:

M is for... said...

Will you send me barbecue?