dynagirl

Driving to work yesterday, my friend Bryan and I nearly got side-swiped twice before we even got to the Beltline; once there, they just kept on a-comin’ with the crazy-mofo driving. The Beltline isn’t fun any time, and with big construction starting this week, it’s not going to be any better, so we agreed that we’ll be taking the surface streets for a while. Just a few miles past that decision, a lone sign-truck blinked, “FREEWAY ENDS – EXIT NOW” — and three lanes of traffic stomped on the brakes, trying to get over to the exit. It wasn’t the construction that closed it; there was a really nasty accident.

We had two compasses, but no map, so we missed a turn or two. We didn’t know the grim impetus, and so got to enjoy a really pretty spring morning drive through rolling hills full of trees and brooks and farms where we saw at least three actual farmers farming. (The fields! They do not plough themselves?! Crazy.) Maybe my friend’s awesome new girlfriend isn’t nuts for pedalling all the way from Verona daily.