James Burleigh
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Threading up toward the Caldecott Tunnel this morning on Highway 24, I was in the second lane from the right (actually the third, since at far right is a long on- and off-ramp). Suddenly the two cars in front of me start braking and swerving. I have two fingers covering the brake and apply it while trying to take in everything 360 degrees around me, wondering just how ugly it's going to get in front of me.
Then I see the cause: a #%&*! wild turkey has wandered onto the freeway. It's now in the middle of my lane and heading left toward the no. 1 lane just as casually as if it were walking down the lane to church.
I figure I'll go right over the top of the sumbitch if I have to, but I'm more concerned about how the two cars ahead of me are going to react, given their density relative to the bird's, not to mention the 100 thousand tons of steal heading relentlessly toward me under the control of people texting, talking on the phone, eating a bagel, talking to the dog on their lap, typing an email on the computer on the seat next to them....
But before I can decide my path, the cars are past Mr. Jakelips the Turkey safely, who suddenly does an about face, and marches off to my right, leaving me free to proceed straight.
My adrenalin is through the roof as a result of the 5-second incident, and my mind is racing. Remembering the dead deer I'd seen a few days earlier up against the median divide near that the same stretch of freeway, I shake my head and think...
Well, what would you think?
DD
Then I see the cause: a #%&*! wild turkey has wandered onto the freeway. It's now in the middle of my lane and heading left toward the no. 1 lane just as casually as if it were walking down the lane to church.
I figure I'll go right over the top of the sumbitch if I have to, but I'm more concerned about how the two cars ahead of me are going to react, given their density relative to the bird's, not to mention the 100 thousand tons of steal heading relentlessly toward me under the control of people texting, talking on the phone, eating a bagel, talking to the dog on their lap, typing an email on the computer on the seat next to them....
But before I can decide my path, the cars are past Mr. Jakelips the Turkey safely, who suddenly does an about face, and marches off to my right, leaving me free to proceed straight.
My adrenalin is through the roof as a result of the 5-second incident, and my mind is racing. Remembering the dead deer I'd seen a few days earlier up against the median divide near that the same stretch of freeway, I shake my head and think...
Well, what would you think?
DD
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