I don’t know how many times I’ve considered starting a blog post on my iPhone while driving. Dangerous, maybe, until you consider that I drive a pretty consistent 40mph.
But don’t worry. I haven’t given in to that temptation, even though I see things and people and billboards that immediately inspire me to blog. Like what things?, you may be asking yourself.
Like these few things. (You’re welcome!)
1. Last Sunday, on September 11, the fam and I were driving back home after a weekend trip to Nashville. Before we hit the outer limits of the city, I-440 came to a standstill.
Thirty minutes later, when traffic started moving again s-l-o-w-l-y, we saw the reason for the hold up.
A demolished motorcycle in the middle of the right two lanes, a suspicious stain beside it, a pair of black boots lying haphazardly by the bike, the cyclist’s helmet on the concrete, and dozens of policemen milling about the scene without any sense of urgency, as if any reason to work quickly had already passed.
I couldn’t help thinking that I might be looking at the exact spot where a person had just died. And then I couldn’t help but make the logical jump to 9/11, and knowing the exact spot where thousands of people had died ten years ago.
It’s a sobering thing, when you are thrown from your everyday lives, confronted by your own fragility, that a chunk of steel can bring you down, and without your permission.
2. Driving back from the grocery store, I passed a litter crew picking up trash on the side of the road. As I passed them, I saw that each of them was wearing a bright yellow vest with bold, black lettering that read, “I AM A DRUNK DRIVER“.
For some reason, I teared up a little. (I may or may not have already been downtrodden because I couldn’t find the right Snapple flavor at the store, but straw, camel, back.) A second before I saw the litter crew, I saw a sign cautioning drivers that a litter crew was up ahead. And when I saw the sign, my brain made a snap judgment about these delinquents picking up our trash.
But then I saw them with their sin plastered across their back, and felt sorry for them. Isn’t it enough that people driving by know they are convicts? And if we somehow missed that, and just thought they were helpful, environmentally-friendly humans, the KPD truck parked on the side of the road would surely tip us off.
I think it’s telling that I instinctively sympathized with the drunk drivers, and not the unknown victims of the drunk drivers. And if we were all forced to wear our sins on our backs, what would my yellow vest read?
3. Gas is getting too dang expensive.