Then it was down to Wytheville after a full day of teaching in Fairfax. I left around 4 pm on Wednesday and got in around 9 that evening. After teaching again on Thursday I stayed overnight to recuperate and took it easier going back on Friday. By taking it easier I mean not going 8 or 10 miles an hour over the speed limit, trying to make some time, kind of in the frame of mind of "hurry up to relax." This probably is a contradiction, and I am not sure if it works anyway; you area kind of wired after a five hour rat race on the interstate at 80 mph. So on the way back I made sure that I consistently only exceeded the speed limit by 4 miles per hour (if that) and I actually got off the highway for a while.
So I got of the interstate in Christiansburg and actually rode highway 11 down the mountain. Highway 11 is a nice twisty (down the) mountain road that is actually really quiet with some nice vistas. I am sure it does not put many extra miles on the vehicle but it is away from the rat race of the interstate. I took the picture below in Shawsville. No idea what I took a picture of, but is was a pretty farm building. Wikipedia does not tell me much about Shawsville either; although I am sure it has a rich history, in addition to being wiped out by the Shawnee Indians in 1756.
Eventually I got back on the highway and joined the rat race back to Richmond.
One of the things I taught my students Thursday was "to think outside the box," while understanding that most of the time they will need to enforce the law and regulations. Yes, there may still be times that they can, may and even should improvise, even though they are restrained by those darn laws and regulations.
|Think outside the darn box!|
Well that's what Friday felt like. I think it felt like that for everyone; for me, kind of obeying the speed limit and getting of the main road and driving the back roads, at least for a little bit. For other it seemed that they were all living in the left lane on Friday. It was amazing here I was driving 70 (which was the speed limit) and I was passing people in the right lane. I even had people moving over to the right to let me pass and then more back to the left lane. It was so bad that I adapted the Beatles tune Yellow Submarine into "We all live in the left lane." Guess even they were thinking outside the box, but I'm not sure if that was the right thing to do. We learn in traffic school that most fatalities happen in the left lane (but that would be thinking inside the box). Oh well.
Getting back to Richmond, even a transformer thought outside the box. It seemed that it exploded underground, just outside our offices. All traffic lights were out and our building only had emergency lights and was evacuated. Dropped the car off and continued my road trip home. A busy week indeed.