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?â€
“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?â€
“You rebel! I’ve never known you to defy authority. Good for you!â€
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.
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I liked it! Extra points for being true.
YOU are a wild woman!
Nice piece. Well done. One wonders, though – just how short is the “season” for riding motorcycles in Alaska?
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.
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