30 Miles

Each week morning I endure a 30 mile commute to work. I am pressed to creatively pass the time engaged in my own world rather than listen to useless brain candy shock-jock DJs that are in there late 40's but portray themselves as 18 year olds. Don't get me wrong, my feelers are still out for cell phone yackers, erratic drivers, deer, scraps of tire in the road, bales of hay on the interstate (yes, bales of hay) and the occasional tortoise but I like to work my brain while driving. This includes, but is not limited to, memorizing license plates, making up poems, and contemplating the universe all within the confines of a two seater supercharged Miata.



It never ceases to amaze me at the number of multi-task threads the human brain can process. This morning I was wondering what would be the maddening result of having a vehicle that was designed by an overzealous engineer with good intent? He would design an interface with a voice module that constantly spoke on every system within the car. For example, "Headlights On." "Accelerating." "Currently Braking." "Attention wheel turing left." "Air pressure good." "Signal is on." During the entire process of driving the car, you would be pelted with a constant verbal drone of status (or is the plural stati?) There is a point to this...

Sometimes this is the way my brain works. I suppose it's a form of OCD but one thing is for sure. There is rarely a mute option available.

So, to pass the time, I memorize license plate numbers and watch for bales of hay.