I was speeding through the backroads of southeastern PA on my way to work, just after dawn on a gorgeous morning, zipping through twisting, winding roads that bisected local farms. When I say “speeding” I mean speeding. As in, the kind of speeding that not only breaks local traffic laws, it borders on violating county moral and ethical standards as well. I was flirting with being late for work, and at that time my InfoTech day job had a punch-card policy – we ‘clocked-in’ for work just like anyone else on the site (which consisted mostly of factory floor workers). This policy managed to promote a few interesting behaviors, like creating a feeling of equity among the entire site staff, and also allowed the company to offer a ‘punctuality bonus’ if you showed up on time (which is a nice way of saying that if you are late, you’ll be docked a percentage of that day’s pay). In my case, it helped create unsafe roadways, since I was hell-bent that day on not missing out on some pay, if you catch my drift.
Hugging the road, I had but one stretch of farmland to cross before I’d be out of the woods (literally and figuratively). I took the final turn (blind, of course, as most of these turns are in PA) on the bisecting lane at ridiculous speed, steering for the apex and finding directly in front of me, just as I cleared the corner, two very large and very unsuspecting wild turkeys, making their leisurely way across the road. They couldn’t have been more directly in front of my oncoming road hazard.
Last edited by SWThomas; 03-17-2010 at 02:56 AM.
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