Adapting to a new evironment
When I first moved to downtownish Chicago, my life revolved around a sickfast sport car. Both my car and I hated Chicago. Potholes gnawed at its chassis. Parallel parkers ravaged its fenders. Cops fed it a steady diet of parking tickets. After three years of Chicago misery, my car breathed its last. While still in mourning, the following week I bought a bicycle. Soon enough, my bike took me to faraway lands never before seen from the highway: Mexico, Poland, Ukraine, Greece, Puerto Rico, and a third world African country. Within a month I had fallen in love with the beauty of urban life, its vibrance and its decay.
Four years ago I moved to a small town just outside of Pittsburgh. I have to drive (a minivan) everywhere. While I slowly strangle nature, I’ve learned to soak up its beauty. Every day I drive to Home Depot. And this is what I see:
I have to admit, I kind of like this place.
Beautiful! This is my favorite time of year.
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I hear yah, since I’m living in both worlds now too. I love it since I have downtown life but can escape to see things like this out in the sticks and I really appreciate it much more now. When I see pictures like this, part of me wants to take it in slowly and another part wants to see how fast I can rip through it on anything with wheels…
Speaking of your old 240, I was thinking about racing in the 24 hours of Lemons next year in Joliet:
http://www.24hoursoflemons.com/chicago10/
…all I need is to find a rusted out 240z with a four barrel holley for under $500 and that race is all mine!!!
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This is Conor’s favorite road to drive on in the fall. He would tell me every time we drive on Camp Horn Road. Now the trees are bare, he told me the trees are now depressed because they are naked. My son is such a geeky dork.
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