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they walked together
hand in hand
over a rocky trail
stopping at a lookout point
they tugged at each other
looking at each other and then
the landscape
"i'm going this way" she said
"i'm going that way" he said
fingers released and found pockets
"don't forget to write"

1) say "I'll call you back later"
2) press the red button once
3) rest your cellphone on the passengers seat.

It cannot get much easier than that.

Today, I was behind someone leaving a parking lot and I'm waiting and waiting. No cars were on the main crossroad. Getting ready to blow my horn the car started started out going left. I also made a left and was behind the car again. Slow ride, but the driver hit the brakes as though they wanted to make a full stop. No other cars around... none. I got in the next lane and as I passed the other driver, I could see they had a cellphone pressed against their face. Ahhh... that explained it.

Somebody must have passed out my phone number to a service who is trying to get me to buy an extended warranty. Six calls came through today with the same message:
"We've been trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty... this will be the last call..."

No it won't. I've been getting these calls for years.
Press 1 to be connected to a live operator.
Press 2 to be put on our do not call list.

I'm told if you press 2, they know they've got a real person and use your number for other solicitations.

I'm getting some calls in Spanish and I'm pretty sure it was the service department of the Hispanic owned dealership. They knew when my extended warranty expired and the calls started right after that.

There is a lot of public awareness about watching out for motorcycles and sharing the road with motorcyclists. Bumper stickers, billboards and highway warning signage mark the roadways I travel on. While I don't want to see someone get killed or injured in a motorcycle accident. The odds are... when a motorcycle tangles with a car, the car wins!

The carpool lane is the inside lane with a double line separation to the regular lanes. That separation is roughly 2 feet wide and NOT to be used by motorcycles as a private lane. Well, that's with Department of Transportation says and everyday it gets used as if it's their private lane. Catching an accident for rolling between cars that are bumper-to-bumper is risky, but not life threatening.

I've taken a few road safety courses over the years and they recommend you look in the rear-view mirror at least once every 10 seconds. The speed limit is 65 and you're going 80, cars are flying past from both sides... I reverse that training and look toward the front every 10 seconds.

Tonight was no different. Traffic was moderate and moving fast. Drivers acting like it's a full moon and they need to get home before the hair and fangs appear.

I looked in the mirror to see nothing. A split second later there's someone on a 'crotch rocket' coming up from behind, so fast he has to weave in and out of traffic to avoid colliding with the flow of cars. All you need is one car who cannot gauge a motorcycle traveling in excess of 120 miles per hour to make a fast lane change and that accident will block traffic for 10 miles.

Watching out for motorcycles... who aren't watching out for you.



Thanks for reading my blog!

Maybe you've seen the TV commercials about BMW... the ultimate driving machine.
Long blog again, I've got a lot on my mind... ;-)

I checked with Google who reports the average age of a BMW driver is 57 years old. Perhaps, but the ones who come up on my rear bumper flashing their headlights are much younger.
Depending on my driving schedule, I'm doing 600 miles per week. I get on the road around 8:30am and return home around 8:30pm. That gets me after rush hour when traffic starts to clear. All of South Florida's highway system is under construction. The posted speed limit is 65 on most highways and there are times we are doing 80. Yes, we... I'm not alone.

I have a saying "It doesn't matter how fast I go, someone always wants to go faster."

Three years ago, the Department of Transportation partitioned off a lane designated as an 'Express Lane' where they charge a toll that the fee is determined by the time of day and amount of traffic. From Downtown to the northern most part of Miami is 10 miles and the toll start at 50 cents in the middle of the night and jumps to $10.50 for a Friday at 5:00pm ride during the month of September. Thankfully, I'm not around that part of Miami in my travels. The section I'm using is near Hollywood to Fort Lauderdale and is 50 cents. The normal flow of traffic is around 35-45mph and the express lane peaks around 65. The lane ends and typically traffic thins out so we can go faster.
One morning, I got to the end of the express lane expecting to speed up but the guy in front of me wants to shift right... but traffic won't allow it. I look in my rear view mirror and see a BMW right on my tail. He wasn't there two blinks ago and probably one car length from me now. He's flashing his lights like I'm holding up traffic. Within a second, this guy get so close that I cannot see his headlights! Oh, time for a video. I click my cellphone to movie mode as no one is going to believe this story. I'm actually forced to slow down to avoid the guy in front and I'm sure the guy behind is thinking I'm hitting the brakes intentionally to annoy him and he decides to switch lanes jamming the speed at the same time as the guy in front changes lanes.
Like a scene in the movie Mission Impossible this guy slips between us but he has enough time to 'shoot me a bird' like I was the one causing the problem.
I had a few choice things to say and was sure he had overdosed on a**hole pills that morning, typical of many BMW drivers.

Wow, I said all that. Now, back to the intended blog.
I see lots of car accidents, but this month, most of the serious high-speed accidents involved BMW's.
Last Sunday morning around 7:30 two BMW's collided on the Turnpike that back up traffic for miles. Although there isn't much traffic that early in the morning, I say they were high-speed racing, all lanes were closed and we were single file riding on the easement. It was no less than 30 minutes crawling to go two miles around the accident. I could see bumpers on the roadway, deployed side airbags, broken parts all around the wreck. I knew they were BMW's from the emblems on the wheels. The front of one and rear of the other... totaled.

After all, it seems that some can be rude and still comment on the other person’s blogs As if, it’s all water under the bridge. Meanwhile, in reality, I don’t give a f*ck if that person loves or hates me.

The self-importance some think they have is of little importance at all.

i was thinking: there's not a lot of romance on CS. it would seem like the original CS members can't find a spark in this tribe. then i was thinking: maybe if we tag ourselves CS and MD, we can try a different tribe. then i was thinking: maybe gather some volunteers for a search party, head hunt or perhaps kidnap members from eharmony or penty of fish...to be tagged accordingly.

or, we can focus on what's really important, Trump

today, my very cool older male co-worker asked me if a man ever asked to lick the inside of my thigh. i wasn't sure if i heard him right so i had him repeat. the answer was "no". anyway. that's all the action i got today.

When a man admits to watching a women’s TV show or network immediately makes my mind wander... like, into the forest of no return. I mean, nothing emasculates a man more then the admission of watching such things. It’s not judgemen, more like, check the couch cushions for your balls or something. Retrace your tracks. When was the last time you saw them?

I met a Viking traveler whose
Great dragon parted the mist with its glowing eyes and curling tongue
Lapping up the brined shimmering sea’s froth

I met a Viking traveler whose
Great waves of hair extended up to the moon
Fighting with floating cloud’s dominance