Weekword TRANSPORTATION

Boats in the harbor--watercolor sketchbook

Freight wagon--pencil sketch                                        Farm tractor--watercolor

Peruvian taxi                                                 Reed boat--Lake Titicaca

PLUS--a true story

Automobile Accessories    or    What Did You Think I Meant?

For fifteen years I commuted fifty miles round trip to my job as a graphic artist in "The Big City." In the winter the guys with the snowplows kept the highway clear, and when it was icy they sanded the roads for better traction. I appreciated the sand, except it contained pebbles that were randomly flung at my car by passing vehicles. The flying pebbles left stars on my windshield and dings in the car’s paint.

After a few years of this drive I bought a brand new Geo Metro (okay, laugh, but it got forty miles to the gallon—even if I DID have to turn off the a.c. to make it up a big hill, and it bounced around in the wake of passing trucks.)

I told MyFriendFromWork that I was going to ask DH to get me a bra for Christmas—a big vinyl one. You know, one of those custom covers for the front of the car that protects the paint from flying rocks.

Sure enough, on Christmas morning I opened a box that contained the biggest black bra I had ever seen. The weather was extremely cold so DH and I borrowed a neighbor’s heated garage where we figured out how to put on the bra. It fit like a glove.

Fast forward to a warm day the next summer. I was preparing to wash my little Geo in the parking area beside the house when the phone rang. I went inside and was soon involved in a fun conversation with MyFriendFromWork. Being the gentleman that he is, DH took over the car wash job.

I was chatting with my friend on the phone while at the same time giving instructions through the window to DH with the background sound of splashing water.

“Use lots of soap and work up a lather, Dear.”…

“Oh, you’d better take off the bra.”…

“There’s a strap that goes around there. See if you can find the hook.”…

“Just put your hand under there. Can you feel it?”…

“Okay, just pull it off.”…

“Now suds down the whole front. Yeah, that’s nice.”

For some reason my friend on the phone was complaining about soda pop coming out of her nose.

For more Weekword Posts about Transportation vist these great blogs:  Linda Sue's-All I Ever Wanted, Anne's-frayed at theedge, Flea's-Flea's World, Laura's-Wisconsin Bound, Elizabeth's-probably but not likely, Anairam at fra(a)iing and possibly Pat at Weaver of Grass