laying the last full row of tile in the kitchen
when i heard hotrods
coming down the road way too fast. their
enloudened exhausts were impossible to ignore and
i looked up to see two sports
cars with racing paint blast past doing 40 or more
in our 20mph pedestrian zone, followed quickly by
a small pickup truck.
shit like this is infrequent, but i've done
what i can to slow rallying clowns down--to
no discernible effect. when it happens,
my thoughts turn to reeducation, pondering how to
teach a lesson--maybe a photorealistic plywood
cutout of a child
that pops up roadside, triggered by speeding?
throw a little scare into them, reminder that
anything can happen. i expected
them to turn around at the turnaround. most do, as
the road ahead is paved for only another mile or
two, but they didn't.
half an hour later, i heard sirens approaching,
uncommon here. firetrucks, ambulance, and command
vehicle all zipped by.
couple hours later, they doubled back, no lights
or sirens so i figured maybe it was nothing after