Life
is kinda like a corrugated, washboard ranch road, I believe. You
give anything enough time and experience and you’ll find that warts
and scars and grooves will get worn in it. The down times and the up
times can lead to a corrugation in our dirt roads and our lives.
Any good cowboy knows how to handle a washboard road, though. Taken
slowly, a pickup truck hits each little dip and rattles its
carburetor until it puts a kink in the distributor clamp. It takes
forever to get someplace, of course, but it
does give a guy time to compose a symphony or a letter to Congress.
There is only one way to handle a washboard road: gun it!
Oh yeah, Mama. You step down on the pedal and kick
that monster up to about 52 miles an hour and everything smooths
out. Fly, baby, fly. [to top of second
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We hit only the high spots on
the road and live a bit daringly, challenging the existence of any
possible oilpan-killing rock ahead. The country slips by more
excitingly and a driver tends to grin a lot.
And in life, we can wallow forever in the slow and low stuff and
take ages to get somewhere, or we can floor it, give a yell, and
skip along on the high spots.
Somehow, that sounds like more fun.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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