Opinion : Take me home, country road...

Usually we drive to town, and back and never give the scenery another thought.

Other times we see a herd of anywhere from 10-20 deer romping through a field and get a kick out of the gracefulness of these creatures, and then hope they stay off the road.

...and sometimes we see a deer in the road, usually in time, but too often they manage to literally run into our car...and us into them.

Sometimes it's dark enough, and there's just enough breeze to blow the weeds along the road to make it look like there is a deer ready to pop out into the road in front of you, so you grip the wheel and crawl all the way home nursing your healthy dose of paranoia.

The other day we were all riding home after our trip to town, we had checked everything off of our to-do list when I glanced out the window and saw what looked like, but knew it couldn't be, a unicorn.

Now, I know there are no such things as unicorns, so I'm debating whether to say anything and let the kids laugh or to say, can we go back and see what that was that made it "LOOK" like a unicorn?

I finally said something like the above paragraph and being the laid back driver my hubby is, he did a u-turn in the middle of the road to check this out.

As he was turning around, he said, "Yes, that really IS a bra laying in the road."

Sure enough we all looked out the window to see an emerald green padded bra laying in the road.

Now I'm thinking, "How in the WORLD can you lose a...oh never mind, maybe it blew out of the laundry basket in the back seat..."

Back to the unicorn.

We went back and saw 2 horses and a mule with his ear straight up, so in driving by it really did look, "unicorn-ish".

We had a good laugh about the unicorn and the bra, and finished just in time to see beer cans along the road, so it started all over...unicorns, bra, beer...

Then down the road another couple miles someone had dumped a matress...

Needless to say, it was an trip filled with laughter and guesses as to how and why these things found their way to our road.

On the serious side, it seems like the warmer it gets the more we see a trail of beer cans down the road.

I worry about the kids driving down our road, just learning to drive, dealing with learning to drive on gravel, and now it appears beer drinking drivers.

I worry about the older folks that still live out here on their farms, they've lived here for years and have travelled up and down the road safely, but now their slowing reaction time may need to deal with someone on our road who is too drunk to realize they just ran over someone's grandparent.

I worry about myself, and the kids in the back seat, sometimes they are just mine, but sometimes it's my grandbabies... I don't want to meet up with you, but I'm afraid that I will.

I wish my '87 suburban still ran, and that gas was still cheap and I'd probably drive it to town...in self defense. As much as I'm all for saving on gas, and being economical, I much prefer hummer sized vehicles, I've found they are really great to have should you be in an accident.

Our oldest daughter complained to her drivers ed teacher about having to drive an old Ford LTD...his reply, "Ah, a safe car."

As much as we had our chuckles over the "unicorn", the bra and the matress, the beer cans really aren't a laughing matter.

If you have to drink and drive, there's a place you can come and tear it up any time...drive on out about 3 miles, hang a left, and feel free to use our pasture to drink and drive all you want, stay and sleep it off if you must, but please, stay off my road...