rolling on the 101 south entering
Ventura he came up on a large white refrigerated truck
he hadnt paid any attention to it
at a distance but now he realised it was
going to impede him traffic in either lane beside him
was moving too fast to allow him to merge safely
80 miles per hour is
the new 65
he disengaged cruise control he fell
back on the informative DMV booklet he studied when he was learning to
drive when following another vehicle the
correct distance to be maintain should be one car length for every ten miles per
hour of speed
he slowed to 60 re-engaged cruise control and gave the truck approximately seven car lengths
doing so he couldnt say how many vehicles from
either lane shot past himentered his lane without using their turn signal
indicators never
a cop around when you need one wending their hectic ways believing
themselves slick Mario Andrettis or redneck Richard Pettys the traffic directly behind him became
irritated with him and flashed their brights during the daytime
CHRIST Fucking go around
yaint blind yacant miss the truck ahead of me yacan see it over my hood
so he dug his heels in let them hurtle past hed be patient Excuse me all to hell Just trying to live my life in your world and then done negotiating or bothering with the
traffic coming up fast behind him he finally had a moment to pay attention to the boxy refrigerated truck
IDeal
Meat
whassat
supposed to mean
I Deal
IDeal
Ideal
they
fucked with his head
getting a little irate he tossed a look up into his rearview mirror checked his sidemirrors ROOM VROOM
he blew kisses at the truck as he sped
past
that was nearly a week ago
he was still thinking about
it
theres an I Deal Meat &
Provisions in Northridge California in
the telephone book
not however an IDeal Meat
he did rather like how it engaged
him though how it riled his imagination
noonish, Friday,
1 3. 19
1127, Day-between-Two-Ts, 6 3.
19
