The Steel March

Weaving, yelling, cursing, honking, death grip on the wheel, and the road with a death grip on you....

Sip. Ahh! The juice of life; an iota of silence.

....Construction, jackhammer concrete into submission, submit to commit to not take this route ever again. Damn the 101!...

Sip. Ahh! Deep breath. Oh look, the waves are so beautiful; a blink of zen.

....Baby on board. Daddy's little Princess, he bought it, I got it. Beef, it's my other form of transportation. Coexist with your favorite veteran. Peace, it's what's for dinner. Horn broken, watch for flamethrower........Left lane tire draggers drag down the will and swill the hope of getting there on time. "SLOWER TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT!"....

Sip. Ahh! The juice of life. Slight sigh, shift in your seat. "I wonder how koala bears have sex with a bifurcated penis?" Perplexed wonderment.

....Blood boiling, tick-tick-tick, 8:55, drive to stay alive. Offensive driving, running-back tackle, hole shot squeeze; blinker left, fake right, tip toe into the turn lane, touchdown! One more on the rearview scorecard....

Sip. Ahh! Deep breath, relax. Rich green rolling hills; a glimpse of serenity.

....Commute camo fatigues, immaculately un-oxidized uniform of white, black, silver or taupe. Air entrained military boot marching machine, windshield helmet high-speed-wiper-blade-blink. Armed with steel pointy antenna and a grill to kill. High-beam rocket launcher with long range capability. Commuter platoon assemble! On-ramp army drill at o-eight-hundred! War commence....

Sip...subtle shift, a pavement rift..."God Dammit!"... Frantic....quick, anywhere, napkins....suit and tie won't dry, late again.