Monday, January 18, 2010
I had to go to Salt Lake last Saturday. I HATE driving to Salt Lake...but even more, I hate driving back; the traffic is horrible. There are too many cars on the road to feel comfortable and I have this toy box filled with food storage in the back of the truck I was driving, to keep it weighted down in bad weather. I kept on turning my mirror to make sure the lid hadn't flown off. That reminds me, I still need to secure it shut. Maybe with a bungee cord. When I reach the Point of the Mountain, a few bikers passed me. I thought, "Wow, that's cool. They must think it's really fun to be riding in these frigid temperatures." As I progressed along my route, I noticed more bikers....a LOT more bikers. It was insane. No longer did I think it was cute. They were riding staggered in one lane. I thought it seemed kinda dangerous as I watched cars weave inbetween them. I got myself in the fast lane and carefully passed them...one by one....It took a while. Then I noticed something else...a hearse. As I inched passed, I looked to see if it was carrying someone. I saw flowers and as I moved forward, noticed they were atop a shiny, cream casket. That's when it dawned on me; these crazy, dedicated motorcyclist were following the hearse. Corny as this was, I choked up and thought again, "Wow, that's cool!".