So, the car is almost at 179,000 miles. It's interesting. Now my biggest worry is that I'll kill the car before I have the chance to sell it to my son when he's old enough to drive in a few years.
Speaking of the car, I was driving home the other day and saw something that would have induced me to write something poetically beautiful on my old website (which, is still sort of alive, but in database hell, and would require a complete rewrite by myself, which I'm sort of lazy about wanting to do).
On the New Jersey Turnpike, in 6:30 pm rush-hour traffic, before exit 15W, going South, a car slowed up in front of me. Significantly, in the left hand fast lane.
As I slowed down, I spied the car swerve around a Canadian goose. That was waddling off to the center median. Nonchalantly.
A second car buzzed by him (or her) and moved to avoid. But there were feathers flying about.
On the dotted white line separating the left from the middle lane, lay another goose. I've seen injured geese before, and it obviously was injured. Serenely sitting, head up, bill pointed slightly down, as its mate paced back and forth on the 3 foot wide median, watching car after car zip by. The injured on found the perfect spot.. unless a car was changing lanes or just carelessly out of its lane, it wouldn't get hit (again).
I contemplated stopping, of course. Like when my dad stopped in the middle of the highway and went out, stopping traffic, and picked up the goose and we brought it home. It died soon afterwards, anyway. And it was a far less busy highway than the turnpike at 6:30 pm mid-week.
Me, the hero on helicopter camera, causing a 3 mile backup to save a Canadian goose, that no one really likes around their homes, soccer fields and parks to begin with - but that act, people would have swooned.. because of our human capacity that feels it must save the injured at any cost.
And then, I thought, might it not have been more humane to just kick out and hit the injured thing, put it out of its misery? - it surely wouldn't survive anyway, and if it stayed alive for much longer, it would once again coax its mate out into the road to share its fate.
As it was, I kept driving, avoided hitting either, and slowed down a bit more than I needed to to slow down the folks behind me. And then immediately thought.. "I need to write about that.."