OUTLANDERS!
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judecorpThere's just something about driving through rural Ohio.
When I was a young pup, I saw that movie Children of the Corn. I was actually quite taken with it, and probably saw it half a million times by the time I was 16. The scary part was starting to "age out" in the subsequent years of watching the film with my friend Laurie. The funny thing is, when I was younger, I had absolutely no concept of the Midwest. I had never been there, never known anyone from there, and had no way to imagine anything that wasn't remotely coastal. I couldn't fathom the geography of that movie - the two-way two lane road, cracked and sunscorched, bisecting dualing corn fields under the light of day. I couldn't for the life of me see that scenario as a real place. I remember thinking that those people deserved their fate, because they were driving in such a crazy, insane situation.
I guess it never occured to me that sometimes you have to take those roads, because they're State Routes and there's no better way. I'm old and foolish now, but I have some certifiable Midwest experience. Steve and I motorcycled down Isaac and Malachi Lane this afternoon, and I was waiting to see a crucified teenager. I did, however, see some Amish children.
We drove through Circleville and another town that ended in -ville, and followed the road all the way down to the Hocking Hills. We took an ass break at Ash Cave, and the short hike stretched my lower half enough to get the blood flowing again. Everything about that area - the greenery, the hilly roads, the smell - reminds me of the weekend away with Jennifer, and it was all so smileworthy. I'm really glad Steve decided to go out that way. The Hocking Hills are definitely my favorite part of Ohio outside of Klumbis.
We caught a flash storm on the way home, and the rain was coming down so hard that I have little drop-sized bruises on my knees - no joke! Late evening Midwestern rainstorms on a motorcycle going 65mph are just a recipe for pain. For a short time, I couldn't tell if it was actually hail, but I guess not. It just /hurt/. Jen asked me, when we got home, if I was nervous riding on the highway with Steve. It hadn't even occured to me, not even in the downpour. I've ridden on motorcycles my whole life, and I admit also that Steve is an excellent driver. Yay!
What a fantastic afternoon. This was an amazingly positive Sunday experience, capped off by some good time spent with my best girl.
(Sadly, The Girl is leaving at 5am for her business trip, and won't return to me until Friday morning. *sulk* I am going to miss her so freaking much! I am getting way too used to her being around and close to me.)
When I was a young pup, I saw that movie Children of the Corn. I was actually quite taken with it, and probably saw it half a million times by the time I was 16. The scary part was starting to "age out" in the subsequent years of watching the film with my friend Laurie. The funny thing is, when I was younger, I had absolutely no concept of the Midwest. I had never been there, never known anyone from there, and had no way to imagine anything that wasn't remotely coastal. I couldn't fathom the geography of that movie - the two-way two lane road, cracked and sunscorched, bisecting dualing corn fields under the light of day. I couldn't for the life of me see that scenario as a real place. I remember thinking that those people deserved their fate, because they were driving in such a crazy, insane situation.
I guess it never occured to me that sometimes you have to take those roads, because they're State Routes and there's no better way. I'm old and foolish now, but I have some certifiable Midwest experience. Steve and I motorcycled down Isaac and Malachi Lane this afternoon, and I was waiting to see a crucified teenager. I did, however, see some Amish children.
We drove through Circleville and another town that ended in -ville, and followed the road all the way down to the Hocking Hills. We took an ass break at Ash Cave, and the short hike stretched my lower half enough to get the blood flowing again. Everything about that area - the greenery, the hilly roads, the smell - reminds me of the weekend away with Jennifer, and it was all so smileworthy. I'm really glad Steve decided to go out that way. The Hocking Hills are definitely my favorite part of Ohio outside of Klumbis.
We caught a flash storm on the way home, and the rain was coming down so hard that I have little drop-sized bruises on my knees - no joke! Late evening Midwestern rainstorms on a motorcycle going 65mph are just a recipe for pain. For a short time, I couldn't tell if it was actually hail, but I guess not. It just /hurt/. Jen asked me, when we got home, if I was nervous riding on the highway with Steve. It hadn't even occured to me, not even in the downpour. I've ridden on motorcycles my whole life, and I admit also that Steve is an excellent driver. Yay!
What a fantastic afternoon. This was an amazingly positive Sunday experience, capped off by some good time spent with my best girl.
(Sadly, The Girl is leaving at 5am for her business trip, and won't return to me until Friday morning. *sulk* I am going to miss her so freaking much! I am getting way too used to her being around and close to me.)
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Date: 2003-07-27 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-27 11:32 pm (UTC)When I was younger and living in Zanesville, a fun Saturday night might have consisted of driving really fast on one of those roads.
:)
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Date: 2003-07-28 03:54 am (UTC)i'm jealous! i can't fit!
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Date: 2003-07-28 07:20 am (UTC)I used to say that I would never ride on a motorcycle with anyone but my dad (with the exception, possibly, of my friend
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Date: 2003-07-28 07:21 am (UTC)It was like a million little needles - cold needles. I felt so bad for Steve, because not only was I somewhat protected by sitting behind him, but I didn't have to pay attention to the road, either.
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Date: 2003-07-28 07:23 am (UTC)And then I met Laurie in junior high, and found out that she loved it, too. What a match! She would show up at my house and say, "Let's watch 'Corn on the Cob.'" Ha ha, good times indeed!
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Date: 2003-07-28 09:51 pm (UTC)I still like to do it when I'm driving around there... it's fun!
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