Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A CLOSE CALL: Denver, CO
Driving across the country has resulted in a somewhat unnatural relationship between myself and my trusty little matrix. As it is basically my little house on wheels, I get a little anxious when I can't see it, or have to park it on a traffic-prone street. Denver has been especially taxing on this neurotic tendency, as my cousin lives on a pretty busy area. Recently he convinced me I could park it on a side street, where I can't run to the window and check on it. I was very reluctant, but he assured me over and over that nothing would happen to it. The weather turned super stormy that night and the next morning I got a call from Andy, who had left for work early. He had passed my car and wanted to tell me that it was okay before I came upon the scene: traffic cones surrounding my car, and not two inches behind, a giant fallen branch. Had I backed up even a foot more, poor little matrix would have suffered a mighty blow.
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