Oh come on! It’s a school zone when the lights are flashing or children are present, like the sign RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU says. No lights, no kids—you don’t have to go twenty miles an hour NOW, you idiot. Okay, we’re past the school zone...that means you can speed up. Damn it, don’t tell me you’re going to creep along all the way to the roundabout a quarter of a mile away. Why yes, yes you are. ’Cause none of the people in...
It had to happen sooner or later and during the assignment sessions about two weeks later I was told to grab my log book and report for road training. As I approached I was in awe. These are full sized sleeper cabs with trailers and are the mirror images of what you see on the highways and byways, although the sleeper compartment of the training rigs has been modified so there are three seats in back for the students not...
I am driving along in the center lane of I-695 at 70 miles an hour. Miles Davis Quintet – the old one, from the fifties, with John Coltrane, Red Garland, Paul Chambers and Philly Jo Jones – is playing Surrey With A Fringe On Top on the car radio. I am thinking about whether I want to grill a chicken breast or a couple of polish sausages for supper. Suddenly I sense, rather than hear, “POP!” followed by “chu-chu-chu-chu-ch...
