body language
August 19, 2007
I don’t expect you to use your turn signal. About 10 years ago I gave up on even looking at turn signals. Half the time when they’re on, they’ve been on for two miles. The body language of your car is much more dependable. I’m not sure where you’re going or what you’re going to do or what you’re looking for. But I can guess, I can assume, I can predict. Based on your car, your age, your location, your style, your passengers, the time of day. I can toss all that into the split second decision making process. It’s not unusual for me to not know what the hell you’re doing here on Second Avenue and what you plan to do next. But it would help if you knew what you were doing.
Looking for parking. Looking for your dentist office. Looking for the Nordstrom Rack. Looking for a high rise condo. Looking for your temp job. Looking for the answer. Looking for a clue. All of these are no problem, no big deal. Problems arise when you slam on the brakes and flip a u-turn as if you remembered you forgot to turn off the oven, as if you dropped your cell phone back there, as if your mom called you in for dinner, as if you were driving on a two lane country road in the middle of nowhere and you spotted a good place to take a shit, as if you couldn’t decide until now and now you’ve decided to make up your mind and slam on the brakes.
Do what you need to do. That’s great. No problem. Just stay away from me. Can’t we all get along? Yes. Yeah, sure we can, as long as you stay outta my face.
Hey neighbor. I’m not sure where you live but I see your truck parked outside my window all the time. I know it’s you because you have a bmx bike in the back. A bike you never seem to ride. Your truck gets my attention because you start it up early in the morning and let it idle for 10 minutes before you take off for work. As if a Toyota pickup needs to warm up. But maybe yours does. I‘m not sure what you‘ve got under the hood. Your truck is the only Toyota I’ve ever heard that sounds like a 75 Ford with a monster V8. Yeah well I guess we’re both on the way home now. Wanna race? I’ll race ya. There is no doubt in my mind that I can beat you from Belltown to Capitol Hill at 5:45pm on a Tuesday. I’m on a bike. You’re in a badass Toyota. Not only will I get home first. But when you get “home” you’ll have to drive around the neighborhood for 15 minutes and look for a parking space and then walk the rest of the way to your apartment. I’ll be on my second beer before you find a place to park.
Word.
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93
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word x2
Posted August 19, 2007 06:56 PM
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RedKev
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Anticipate. Read minds. See the future. Learn more each day. Here's to that 2nd beer and an easy place to park.
Posted August 20, 2007 01:40 AM
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87
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Idle minds, idle trucks, bmx bike sitting idle in the back of your truck, that's beautiful. and here's to that second beer IN the park, or while riding home.
Posted August 20, 2007 02:24 PM
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pilder
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Justin, stay out of that park, idle hands are tools of the devil, those are very bad men. Very bad. Stick to drinking on your bike.
Posted August 21, 2007 08:44 AM
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