I’m tired when I finish a day of driving the mail around.
Coming out of town on my way home from work, I must not have jumped on the transition from 20 mph to 55 mph quick enough, because a guy on a motorcycle pulled up fast on my tail and then zoomed around me.
Kind of startled me.
I thought, “Man! Look at that guy go!! WHAT’S HIS HURRY?!”
I wondered if I’d catch up with him later.
When I got to the next big curve, he was climbing out of the ditch, his bike on its side….down by the trees.
He’d gotten there long enough before I did that a couple of people had already stopped their cars, asking him if he was OK.
When he passed me just a little earlier, he was proving a good point.
I was going too slow.
His moving argument lost most of its potency when he put it in the ditch a quarter mile farther up the road, though.
My goal is to make it home.
Just make it through and make it home.
I just want to, like my Dad used to say, “keep it between the fenceposts”.
That dude lost it.
I’m glad I don’t zoom around everybody.