Carol A. Hand
To say I hate driving is not quite true
But it’s no longer something I like to do
Yet here I am, every other Saturday morning
turning onto the entrance ramp in second gear
right foot pressing the accelerator as I climb the incline
gaining speed, shifting to third then fourth
merging with traffic on the interstate south
shifting to fifth as I gain matching speed
“Breathe, swallow,” I remind myself
as the familiar sensation comes, my ears filling with fluid
with the thinning atmosphere on my winding ascent
I feel like I’m under water as I travel ever higher
up the rising ridge of the highway that bounds my city neighborhood
I watch the road ahead, knowing if I peer at the scenes to the east, below
dizziness will wash over me
“Breathe, swallow, drive onward, watch the road,” I chant
“There are colleagues and students waiting”
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– January 1, 2016
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“Now’s not the time to worry about the drive home,”
the even steeper descent, the city and lake panorama below
the highway sign sometimes flashing
Caution, slippery road ahead or Be prepared to stop, crash ahead
“Breathe, swallow, drive onward, watch the road,
There are colleagues and students waiting”
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(8 – AR.Drone | Enger Park Aerial View | Duluth, MN)
Acknowledgment: This poem is a love story of a different sort than the one that inspired me last evening. I was reminded of the many North-country snowstorms and ice-storms I’ve driven through during my career when I read Annika Perry’s “The Whiteout Years.” It’s one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever read. I hope you will visit her lovely site, Annika Perry’s Writing Blog , and take time to read this story and others. It will be time well-spent.
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Driving a stick in Duluth was a nightmare for me, many years ago, Carol. One time the High Bridge was covered in snow and looked like a deer trail. You be careful out there! XOXOXO
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Ah, driving across the “white-knuckle” high bridge is never easy for me, Trace, even in the best weather. I can only imagine your emotions. I’m so grateful you arrived safely on the other side. ❤
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Strong motivation keeps us moving forward.
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Thank you for your comments, Rosaliene. It didn’t occur to me until I read your comment. This really is a metaphor for these times as we head down a slippery slope toward an unknown destination.
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Indeed…driving is a horrible thing for a woman! It’s like moving into a tin))))
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A great image, Maria. I really have driven vehicles in the past that fit that description. One, a tiny Toyota Tercel, actually survived repeated hits from the crazed driver of a huge Peterbilt tractor-trailer https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peterbilt). I guess he was impatient with backed-up traffic and was just having a very bad day. My car was in his way so he tried to push it into the semi in front of me to get ahead. ? Funny thing, my tiny car was still drive-able while his truck needed to be towed. It’s one of the reasons I really don’t like to drive now…
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Oh, gosh! Accidents are so unpleasant and do leave footprints in the memory! I guess horses were better in the past. No matter a trip as longer, they were at least alive. A car is still an odd artificial object. I don’t mind them for they help us a lot, but I prefer to avoid myself.)))
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Please travel safe in this harsh winter!
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Thank you for your kindness, Diane. I hope you are doing well despite all of the California Rain!
It’s been a strange winter here, too. On class-day, Saturday 2/18, the temperature was 53 F, unheard of here in February. Today it’s 43, with the possibility of lower temperatures and snow later this week.
Even so, there are little miracles. This morning, I discovered a tiny viola in bloom in my yard. I waited rather impatiently for my granddaughter to awake so I could show it to her.
These days, I listen to my instincts before I hit the road. I didn’t always have the luxury of doing so in the past…
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Thanks for your good wishes. I’ve been soaked to the skin a few times and had to change some of my routes but I’ve been lucky, no real problem right here. And the hills are so green – hiking is a great temptation but there’s a lot of mud and washouts!
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I’m so grateful to hear you’re okay. These are challenging times on so many levels. Sending you thoughts of peace, virtual hugs, and love. ❤
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My friends lovingly call me Miss Daisy. I detest driving but do it. I can commiserate completely. Love Annika.
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Bernadette, thank you for being courageous enough to voice your feelings about driving. 🙂 And I’m glad to hear you love Annika’s work, too. ❤
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Wow, that is a challenging but beautiful drive! 🙂 ❤
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It is beautiful Natalie, but even the friends who have lived here much of their lives do their best to avoid the route I take. I take it because it’s the one I know. 🙂
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That makes it easier in a way! 😘❤️
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loved it the way you managed to write the complete experience in form of poem. Enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Khansana. 🙂
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You capture the experience well, Carol. I don’t mind driving in bad weather, but I can’t drive at night anymore. And, yes, Annika has a wonderful blog, besides being a really sweet person. ❤
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments, Diana. ❤
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Love your poem. Driving in the dark in the country is the hardest for me because I see very little, and have to concentrate all my senses very hard :). You might know our roads. When a big truck is driving in the opposite direction, there is very little space between us 🙂 Very often I want to give up, take the first exit, find a parking spot and sleep in the car until morning 🙂 Never happened yet, I always get home. We can do a lot of things when we concentrate all our tiny powers on our task 🙂
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Thank you so much for sharing your stories about driving, Inese, and for sharing your wise insights and humor. It does come down to concentrating all my “tiny powers” on the task of driving, and like you, I always get home. 🙂
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🙂
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such a dear bell
of mindfulness
remembering
that you’re in the car
and knowing why
& where you’re going!
i think i was following
behind at some point
and that driving
seemed excellent 🙂
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Ah, kind words, David. I am the ultimate defensive driver. You’d have to be willing to go the speed limit if you follow, not because it’s the law, but because it’s wise not to exceed what can be safely managed when confronted by drivers who aren’t mindfully driving. 🙂
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You captured my feelings about driving….I do it but if I did not I would prefer to ride my bike or walk…It does seem like a duty at times. It gets us places to be a part of a larger world. I could stay in my small world but there are times I have to go:-) jobs to do:-)
You are so talented:-)
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Thank you for voicing your shared dislike of driving, Robbie. I wish there were alternatives to my Saturday drives, especially on snowy days, but there’s no public transportation from here to the tribal and community college campus where I teach. Fortunately, my drive today was on clear roads and no signs were flashing on the hilly descent. 🙂
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Thank you for the reading recommendation, more wonderful and inspiring blog reading is always appreciated. The ride sounds harrowing for sure, and stick shift nonetheless. My husband keeps trying to convince me to learn saying he will teach me. I’m hesitant though. You are brave my blogger friend. All the best to you. ✌🏽✌🏽
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Marahu. Annika is such a gifted writer and storyteller.
I actually prefer to drive cars with manual transmissions – it makes me feel as though I have more control. I can slow down without brakes, a good thing on icy roads. But it’s a drag to drive up steep hills filled with stop signs, especially when the streets are wet. But I have almost always driven stick-shift vehicles. Automatic cars are dangerous for me. It’s a habit for me to use my left “clutch” foot whenever I slow down. That doesn’t work well when you push the brake all the way to the floor. 🙂
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