Thursday, October 27, 2011

Things that drive down our road

We don't get much traffic [maybe two dozen vehicles a day?], but what we lack in quantity, we more than make up for in quality.  

We get a lot of pickup trucks - big ones, little ones, new ones, ones held together by duct tape and rust.  Some with canoes strapped to the top.  Some hauling horse trailers or trailers full of hay bales, or trailers full of 4 wheelers or a trailer with a deer on it. 

We get assorted minivans full of groceries and kids.

Sometimes during nice weather, we get a convertible now and then.  

When the neighbors have kids who have just learned to drive, we see big clouds of dust where a car zoomed by so fast we never saw it. 

Some years the school bus goes by here.  [Not this year, though.]

We see tractors.

We see tractors pulling bush hogs and mowers and hay rakes and balers and ten years ago we even saw tobacco wagons full of tobacco. 

We've seen dogs and foxes and coyotes on the road. 

We've seen sheep and horses.   Sometimes even nine horses at a time. 

We see motorcyles.

We see four wheelers.

We see Gators.  Not the crocodile kind - this is Indiana, not Louisiana - but the fancy four wheeler kind like these.  [I want one!]

We see people walking by. 

After bad weather, we see the REMC trucks go by.   And then dump trucks full of gravel.  

A couple of times a year we see the road grader go by, filling the potholes and re-spreading the gravel over the muddy strips in the road that show up over time.  

And once in a while we see someone drive by on a zero turn mower.  

Traffic out here is an event.   When we're outside, we always stop and look up and wave - even if we have no idea who it is.   We've made good neighbors out here simply by waving every time a car [truck/tractor/mower] goes by.   We all mind our own business, but when we take the time to acknowledge our neighbors as they go by, we quietly forge relationships that will pay off in times of fire, bad weather, etc.   Once in a while we need each other out here and it's nice to know that a friendly face will meet you at the door - even if it's the first time you've ever been to that door.

1 comment:

  1. Mom has informed me that in her youth in rural 1930s Ill, counting cars on the two-lane highway that ran past their property seldom required both hands. "And yes, Mr. Smartypants," she will say to me, "it is a HIGHWAY!"


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