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Brethren and sistren, is there any among us who has not heard the hackneyed expression: “…where the rubber meets the road…” ?
BTW: a hackney is a kind of rubber-tired vehicle often rented out as a cab. But so what?
Well, just were does the rubber meet the road? And what happens there?
Think about that: Here’s a nice quiet stretch of road just lying there taking in the afternoon sun. Then suddenly–wham! Mr. Road, meet Mr. Tire. Hello, goodbye–wham! Mr. Road, Mr. Reartire. Bye, bye!
Pretty short meeting, eh? Not very fulfilling.
And contemplate this poor tire… Road, goodbye, air, road, goodbye, etc. What a way to roll… And roll and roll and roll… Every once in a while, a rock, but not often enough to put any kind of swing to the thing.
But isn’t that just like the lives we live every day? We may feel sorry for the tire or sympathize with the lonesome road, but seldom do we take a look at our own selves from the viewpoint of the road. Is it really just a series of slapping fives? Low fives, at that?
We may feel like we are in control because we have our hands on the wheel, But isn’t our life just a series of quick whaps on the road? And before we can even think about it, here comes the next slap. Makes us want to cry “Don’t tread on me!”
It’s only the nails on the road that leave us with a lasting impression. The superhighway is just a series of identical fleeting impressions. Expecially in the fast lane. And the dusty back roads may be less boring, but we are more likely to regret the morning after.
And isn’t that what makes a good road, after all is said and done and rolled up into one? The more we regret, the more we have benefited from our choice of routes.
The less we regret, the less we have learned, and the less interesting country we have seen.
Gimme five…
