Trailers
I love inter-tubing. I love riding in a fast boat. I like putting my hand in the water as a boat is moving and watch the consequent wake or spritz.
I hate boats when I'm on the road, namely their trailers.
I was in heavy traffic on the interstate while trying to make my 4th of July Weekend Pilgrimage to my hometown of Duluth. I'd like to attribute the delay to record-breaking traffic on a popular vacation weekend, but as we all know, Minnesota has recently had its state government shut down by our friendly neighborhood state legislators. Therefore, I'd imagine that the slow-down in traffic was caused by a post-apocalyptic roadside scuffle over a box of mint-condition Ho-Ho's. At least, that's where my imagination lead me while I was stuck behind a boat trailer. Greetings from the Great Anarchy State of Minnesota!
I studied the paint chippings on the boat's propeller edges, imagining the cavitation bubbles that were formed by the propeller while it was in use. I saw in my mind's eye the implosion of the bubbles causing delicate paint to erode off of the propeller. Then I castigated myself for "thinking about such things, you nerd." Then I thought about how castigation sounds like something that a eunich does, and I laughed. Oh how I laughed. Stop looking at me, Geo Metro!
As my car was only doing 10 miles-per-hour, I figured it would be okay if I took a quick nap and let the car drive itself. I woke up 20-minutes later to the sound of screaming. I looked around and I was in someone's living room. Whoops! Sorry about that. I proceeded to back out of the convenient car-shaped hole in the side of the house.
Once I got past the bottleneck, a merging area where I-35E and I-35W combine back into I-35, the delays still didn't end. I outright blame our trailer-laden traffic overlords, whose driving capabilities tend to remind me of a mix between a seizure and mental manchild. Let me outline their thought process:
"Oh no, my shadow! *spooked* I'd better slow down to 10 m.p.h. for no good reason. la la la. I like cupcakes. Whew, that was a close one. Now I will speed up very slowly, and I'd better not forget to drool while doing it! D-D-DORITOS! Oh no, my shadow! *spooked* I'd better slow down to..."
Ifinallygottoduluthateightthirtytheend.
I hate boats when I'm on the road, namely their trailers.
I was in heavy traffic on the interstate while trying to make my 4th of July Weekend Pilgrimage to my hometown of Duluth. I'd like to attribute the delay to record-breaking traffic on a popular vacation weekend, but as we all know, Minnesota has recently had its state government shut down by our friendly neighborhood state legislators. Therefore, I'd imagine that the slow-down in traffic was caused by a post-apocalyptic roadside scuffle over a box of mint-condition Ho-Ho's. At least, that's where my imagination lead me while I was stuck behind a boat trailer. Greetings from the Great Anarchy State of Minnesota!
I studied the paint chippings on the boat's propeller edges, imagining the cavitation bubbles that were formed by the propeller while it was in use. I saw in my mind's eye the implosion of the bubbles causing delicate paint to erode off of the propeller. Then I castigated myself for "thinking about such things, you nerd." Then I thought about how castigation sounds like something that a eunich does, and I laughed. Oh how I laughed. Stop looking at me, Geo Metro!
As my car was only doing 10 miles-per-hour, I figured it would be okay if I took a quick nap and let the car drive itself. I woke up 20-minutes later to the sound of screaming. I looked around and I was in someone's living room. Whoops! Sorry about that. I proceeded to back out of the convenient car-shaped hole in the side of the house.
Once I got past the bottleneck, a merging area where I-35E and I-35W combine back into I-35, the delays still didn't end. I outright blame our trailer-laden traffic overlords, whose driving capabilities tend to remind me of a mix between a seizure and mental manchild. Let me outline their thought process:
"Oh no, my shadow! *spooked* I'd better slow down to 10 m.p.h. for no good reason. la la la. I like cupcakes. Whew, that was a close one. Now I will speed up very slowly, and I'd better not forget to drool while doing it! D-D-DORITOS! Oh no, my shadow! *spooked* I'd better slow down to..."
Ifinallygottoduluthateightthirtytheend.
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