Her hands shook as she entered the office.

“If they come for me, will you post bail?” This, half in jest, to her boss.

“Why? What’d you do?”

“I broke through the lines down the street. Drove right between the pylons. I needed to get back to work and didn’t want to wait as they stopped EVERY car to see if they could charge them to park. I didn’t stop to be waved through. I just drove between the pylons and came on in. You’ll post bail, right?”

“You rebel! I’ve never known you to defy authority. Good for you!”

Why, yes. There ARE people up to their armpits in the water. I tell you, craziness. Click for larger view

The above happened just today. The craziness that is Personal Use Dip net Red Salmon fishery is in full swing. I work on a road that leads to the beach . . . there is a ton of traffic. And, the city wants its cut of the fund-age. They have set up a pylon system to lead vehicles into a parking area, stopping them to charge them. This backs up traffic extensively. I grew weary of waiting, knowing I was just going a short distance down the road – so I broke through and escaped by driving between two of the pylons.

Good thing I was in Hubby moose’s rig. Heh.

And, it fits in so well with VV’s weekly prompt – REBEL. Totally tossed out the other piece I was writing. May use it later.
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addendum – On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work a split shift, facilitating a class in the evenings. Tonight when I pulled into my parking spot I spotted this:
Click for larger view – love the synchronicity of it.
🙂

5 responses

  1. I liked it! Extra points for being true.

  2. Tara R. says:

    YOU are a wild woman!

  3. lceel says:

    Nice piece. Well done. One wonders, though – just how short is the “season” for riding motorcycles in Alaska?

  4. barbara says:

    Hi, Lou. I will answer your question here so others who are wondering will know as well.

    When I rode I started as soon as the ice was off the roads – that meant a number of 32 deg rides. Not sure what the wind chill might have been – lots of wind on a bike ride. That would sometimes be as early as late March or early April, but I was def. on the roads by May.

    The same for the back end of the season. I rode until the snows and ice made it no longer safe – generally sometime in October. Although, one winter we didn’t have winter until January and I knew some who rode to a new year’s eve party.

    So, on a good year? 6 months. That’s pretty good by any standard I think. 🙂 I rode thousands of miles, most of those within 10 miles of my home and our business. 🙂 Loved it.

  5. shakira says:

    wow, I love your sense of adventure! you go , girl!
    thank you so much for sharing so much more with us.
    such a wonderful piece.

    hugs
    shakira

    a mother’s love

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