Sunday Drive
A sunday drive, to me, seems like such an English thing. I remember being taken by my grandparents and put in the car and we'd drive around for hours being bored and then stop for a cup of tea and asoggy cucumber sandwich in a layby and then drive some more.
Anyway, yesterday, Gale and I took a drive to southern Indy. We headed for Madison really looking for things to photograph. Gale is an A1 map reader and can navigate us along roads where people live who make moonshine and play banjos.
We eventually got back onto a main road and happily driving towards Madison when I see flashing lights and backed up traffic. I couldn't quite see, but it appeared that a semi had rolled over and the road, the ONLY road to Madison was blocked. There was a girl in front of us asking a few bikers how to get to Madison and she was met with shrugs.
Gale checks the map and we decide to just back track up the Deliverence type road and be able to bypass the truck. We honk the horn and tell the girl in her little aqua marine sports car to follow us.
So, we turn around and start up the tiniest dirt track. Twists and turns for a few miles and I look behind us every so often and stop to allow the girl to catch up. Then I see that the bikers are behind her! Now, driving on this road made of tiny rocks is hard enough in a car, so on two wheels, I hate to think how they were doing it. That coupled with the fact that people avoiding the truck from the other direction were driving towards us every so often made things even more interesting. Especially at points where the road just vanished to one side down to the creek.
We see a ton of things that under normal circumstances we would stop and take photos of. But we have a duty to perform. We finally reach the main road and the girl thanks us as she drives past, as do the bikers and the SEVEN other vehicles that were following us. So we felt good about that.
We then turn around and go back along the track to take photos of all the things we saw.
Anyway, yesterday, Gale and I took a drive to southern Indy. We headed for Madison really looking for things to photograph. Gale is an A1 map reader and can navigate us along roads where people live who make moonshine and play banjos.
We eventually got back onto a main road and happily driving towards Madison when I see flashing lights and backed up traffic. I couldn't quite see, but it appeared that a semi had rolled over and the road, the ONLY road to Madison was blocked. There was a girl in front of us asking a few bikers how to get to Madison and she was met with shrugs.
Gale checks the map and we decide to just back track up the Deliverence type road and be able to bypass the truck. We honk the horn and tell the girl in her little aqua marine sports car to follow us.
So, we turn around and start up the tiniest dirt track. Twists and turns for a few miles and I look behind us every so often and stop to allow the girl to catch up. Then I see that the bikers are behind her! Now, driving on this road made of tiny rocks is hard enough in a car, so on two wheels, I hate to think how they were doing it. That coupled with the fact that people avoiding the truck from the other direction were driving towards us every so often made things even more interesting. Especially at points where the road just vanished to one side down to the creek.
We see a ton of things that under normal circumstances we would stop and take photos of. But we have a duty to perform. We finally reach the main road and the girl thanks us as she drives past, as do the bikers and the SEVEN other vehicles that were following us. So we felt good about that.
We then turn around and go back along the track to take photos of all the things we saw.
posted by Phillip Drawbridge at 12:05 PM
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