I have to ride my bike up and down our little street where the speed limit is 15mph - because I'm too afraid of being hit out on the main roads. People are texting and driving here, even though it is supposedly illegal. I don't know if I should try dirt biking at 65. Something tells me I should leave it alone.
Absolutely nailed it with the wave, two finger or one finger descriptions. I myself am a two-finger gal on the back roads that lead to our home even though I don't drive stick. ;)
Haha, me too. Even when I had a stick I couldn't drive it well. Like the time I was on I-10 from Las Vegas to New Orleans and through the car in reverse trying to get up into 5th gear. Not my proudest moment.
Ever since walking around with a stroller, I now see just how selfish and rude so many people are in their cars - not stopping at zebra crossings, speeding through pedestrian areas, parking across the whole sidewalk...it's been really eye-opening! I'm both your neighbor, in that I am very nervous on pot-holey, unfamiliar dirt roads, and also like you, because why would I stress others MORE while we're all in our big wrecking machines?!? People leave their minds at home when they use their cars a lot, it feels like.
The connections drawn are so lovely, Kelton. I, too, grew up as a child (and as an adult) on long stretches of gravel and am fluent in waves, fluent in unspoken courtesies, neighborliness. Relationships forged over rocky terrain last in the best and worst of ways but certainly shake and rattle a part of me that makes me grateful for being so earth bound. And Sharon Olds at the end? What a gift this morning! I might read all of this again a few times just because.
For a wild moment, when I read the words Tuscany and Strade Bianchi, and UCI, which are words I associate with "other people" the world shifted slightly on it's axis, and it was "woooahh, wut?" then it all straightened out. Excellent writing.
I have to ride my bike up and down our little street where the speed limit is 15mph - because I'm too afraid of being hit out on the main roads. People are texting and driving here, even though it is supposedly illegal. I don't know if I should try dirt biking at 65. Something tells me I should leave it alone.
Absolutely nailed it with the wave, two finger or one finger descriptions. I myself am a two-finger gal on the back roads that lead to our home even though I don't drive stick. ;)
Same. I just always pretended I did by resting my hand on the gear shift lol.
Haha, me too. Even when I had a stick I couldn't drive it well. Like the time I was on I-10 from Las Vegas to New Orleans and through the car in reverse trying to get up into 5th gear. Not my proudest moment.
Ever since walking around with a stroller, I now see just how selfish and rude so many people are in their cars - not stopping at zebra crossings, speeding through pedestrian areas, parking across the whole sidewalk...it's been really eye-opening! I'm both your neighbor, in that I am very nervous on pot-holey, unfamiliar dirt roads, and also like you, because why would I stress others MORE while we're all in our big wrecking machines?!? People leave their minds at home when they use their cars a lot, it feels like.
The connections drawn are so lovely, Kelton. I, too, grew up as a child (and as an adult) on long stretches of gravel and am fluent in waves, fluent in unspoken courtesies, neighborliness. Relationships forged over rocky terrain last in the best and worst of ways but certainly shake and rattle a part of me that makes me grateful for being so earth bound. And Sharon Olds at the end? What a gift this morning! I might read all of this again a few times just because.
For a wild moment, when I read the words Tuscany and Strade Bianchi, and UCI, which are words I associate with "other people" the world shifted slightly on it's axis, and it was "woooahh, wut?" then it all straightened out. Excellent writing.
As I read this, I heard Jason Aldean’s Dirt Road Anthem playing in my mind. ♥️
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