I Drove All Night

I left for a client site this morning before 5:00 a.m. A pain? Yes, but certainly not undoable. I should mention that it was a driving visit. The sun does not rise until 7:00 a.m., so it was pretty much two hours of total darkness.

I worked until the sun went down and made yet another trek (not all the way home) in the dark back to my hotel – 90 minutes away or so.

What dawned upon me (pun fully intended) was that driving in the pitch black in the morning seems so much different than doing the same at night.

Perhaps it is the promise of daylight that makes that drive a little more bareable. Or maybe it’s the get up and go without thinking that has its advantages. The lack of any traffic is a certain plus.

But after a 14 hour day, the prospect of getting back in the car isn’t all the appealing. Maybe that is why the night drive is less palatable. The possiblity of light seems so less certain, even though it will invariably arrive in 10 hours or so.

One minus about it all is the things you cannot see. You’d think I’m meaning cops who lie in wait for speeders, but you’d be wrong. I count myself lucky that though I’ve been stopped a few times, I have never been ticketed.

No….the things you can’t see are the roadkill. Today there was a deer that had to be freshly hit. …and it had to be hit by something big, like an 18-wheeler. A huge bloody mess – and one I missed by inches while attempting to change lanes. Had I hit it, I would have absolutely ruined my car…..and got my dress shoes all digustingly full of blood and fur as I would have had to exit onto the carcass.

No one (and I do mean no one!) laughed later when I called it the Nicole Brown Simpson of roadkill. …but that was the first thing that came to my mind.

Yes, I know I’m twisted.

Song by: Cyndi Lauper

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