Friday, July 16, 2010

There on the outskirts of town every summer along the road with not enough shoulder to pull over safely, and since I'm too lazy to park in the gas station lot and walk a bit, or too set to a schedule that I don't have time, I coast through the stoplight slow enough to snap a picture, miss second gear while turning the camera off and wonder what the truck behind me must think as I cross the white line, grind a gear, catch it, and resume a suitable speed. Something like that.

1 comment:

joxum said...

I always liked them longhorn cattle. We don't get them over here though.

Also, nice post title!