The hot Florida sun beats down on the parking lot. Heat waves wrinkle my view as I close the door on work to head for home. I spot Minisql in a desert of asian gray, a bright oasis in the oppressive heat. Windows open, the leather hand steals the last air-conditioned comfort from my back as I settle in and turn the key. Open the sunroof and screen, shift into gear and head for the parking lot exit. One more choice to make, left, the shortest way, the stop and go way, to home and dinner and air-conditioning, or right, the twice as far way, the back way. God, its HOT. Right it is! Pull out and shift into 2nd, wait for the sweet spot at 5000 rpm before hitting 3rd. The wind blows through the open windows and roof and sucks the heat of the day from the interior and I listen to the sweet hum of my little engine and shift into 4th. Trees flash past my windows, the road curves and dips then rises again in a whoopdeedo. I heel and toe to 3rd, then second, make the right hand turn, clipping the apex, then back up to 3rd and I am lost. Somewhere between goota do and wanna be my mind is numb to all save the road and the wind and the car. Like a mirage, my driveway appears and I slow for the garage door opening and the beckoning darkness within. My hand, like a robot, turns the key and the silence leaves me empty. I am Electric Blue.

 

Lucky guy. I can't afford the long way home with current gas prices.

Marty

 

Excellent post!!

 

our resident poet strikes again - great story! :smile:

 

Sounds familiar. I went out for lunch yesterday, it took me 12 minutes to get the restaurant and 2.2 hours to "find" my way back.