Twisty roads through beautiful hill country can be about as frustrating as icy roads through fairyland. Not quite as dangerous, but just about as frustrating.
Same problems. Lovely things to see--a road you mustn't take your eyes off of.
US 231 south of Murfreesboro is beautiful, though--if you're a passenger. Or driving something a bit more manageable.
Twas warm, though. Had to go to short sleeves in the afternoon. Which is, I suppose, why they sent me back north this evening.
Ah. Variety.
Ah, and the wind. Pushing me all over the road when I was driving, playing mournful tunes on the bumper when I was stopped.
Have I mentioned that before? The bumper on the back of a semi-trailer is usually made of heavy steel with a square cross-section and a bunch of holes at top and bottom (to lighten it, I think). When the wind picks up enough, it acts like a pan-pipe. Or a bottle when you blow across the top. A low, mournful hooting, a little like a Japanese flute (shakuhachi fans will probably lynch me for that comparison, but...).
It can be strange, in a parking lot on a windy day, listening to the trailers play melancholy tunes to one another.
Aeolian flutes. Always something new and odd.
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