Raven's Roads
Living an interesting life: the travels and musings
of motorcycling author Linda R. Moore

Apr 14, 2006

I saw it, so it must be true

Blue stuff. In the sky. I saw it, yesterday. I sat on the deck and watched the wood steam in the unaccustomed warmth, and noticed that my jasmine was budding. Another few days and it will smell delicious out there, and the little delicate flowers will spring into life.

Nature thinks it’s spring, even if California doesn’t. Everywhere things are flowering and blossoming and coming over in leaves. Presumably, while I am in Canada next week it will be dry, and when I come back, the last of the storms will break. But I notice that it’s more humid, more like a spring storm than a winter one, this time.

I’ve been busy. You can now pre-order a copy of “A Little Twist of Texas”, for a start. Yay! :: raises a glass :: Of course, as the author, I encourage you to go buy one. However, if you are a Book Crosser, there may be a more fitting deal for you: this will be publicized via Book Crossing in the very near future. Keep an eye out.

In other news, I have a public service announcement to two drivers of Silicon Valley.

Dear Mr. Muscle SUV driver. Why do you drive such a big vehicle? Are you deficient and must compensate? Do you have thirteen children? You did not look like you had thirteen children with you. Maybe you don’t have thirteen children because you are deficient. Either way, it is very rude to poke your giant SUV out halfway into the road. It is even more rude to poke it out more just as I get to you, because frankly, I almost threw up with fear when you did that and suffered from mild shock. I do not like to rev my engine the way that your actions forced me to in order to get away from your idiotic, myopic self. Maybe if you took your shades off you’d be able to see better? You might think it looks cool, but pancake biker on your side panel is really not a very good look for you.

Dear White Delivery Van driver. I appreciate that you don’t like the fact that I was keeping up with the flow of traffic on the expressway, and felt an urge to pass me on the right so you could go even faster. Maybe you wanted to get home for the weekend, but if you continue to drive that way, someone, maybe even you, won’t ever make it home for the weekend. You were so busy doing this that you failed to notice the strange tactic of the car in front of you who slowed down much sooner than he should have for the red light. (Perhaps that person was on a cellphone, but we won’t go there.) You almost rear-ended this guy, but cleverly avoided it by swinging into my lane instead. Luckily I had already anticipated this manoeuvre and was braking, but I still cursed at you. I hope that your ears were burning. Thank you.