Making tracks

Tracks
Ok, it's pretty hard to see, but if you look closely, especially if you click on the picture to see it in a separate window, you'll see the muddy tracks coming off the side road behind me, messing up the blacktop.  When I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the proof of having ridden over rugged terrain before getting onto the paved road, I had the strange urge to roar and pound my chest.   I felt strangely proud of the mess I was making on the paved road with my great big manly truck.

Yeah, I know.  Strange.  As my dear friend Chris used to tell me, SMSP.  Simple minds, simple pleasures.

Don't worry, I had a passenger take the picture.  I'm not that simple minded.

Published by Nora McNamara

Lover of languages and linguistics. Besotted Auntie. Jesus follower. Sacred Harp singer.

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