You seen 'em, I've seen 'em.. Terry lives by 'em.
Huh? Yain't? The hills (mountains) are alive (steep, very) with the sound of music (usually them truckers listen to Hank Williams I think... but the other sound(s) are jake brakes... I-70 for example, thru the Rockies.. After the ascent, ya got the descent... the brakes can get too hot, fail, most/some of the above......... so..............
On the right side'a the Interstate, there's an emergency ramp built specially to stop (my little) runaway trucks (a run run run run, runaway.) They got like an uphill ramp, filled with like 36' deep of gravel.. You stop. You no go, anymore. Then say whew.
That's how I feel. I was gonna do the Hooked On A Feeling lyrics (no, not BJ Thomas, the Björn Skifs and Blue Swede version with the Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga because I REALLY enjoy that...
It's a love song... I was gonna do the lyrics, then, equate it to life as it goes by... this stage, that stage.. the golden, or back nine stage... then, the book/movie Death of a Salesman entered my mind, cause who am I kidding, I ain't been married in a long time.
So........ as I creeped up Vail Pass (in ma' brain)... my thoughts turned to happiness... because holy guacamole, I dunno if you've looked out, but, it's kinda turbulent out there....the thought was........ How do you measure pleasure...... simple (I thought) question. I would think pleasure, happiness, is a goal of us all.
Katy bar the door. Then locked it, thru away the key, my goodness... the first thing that popped up was The Hedonic Calculus (Bentham)... that's like a hunnerd times more (X-rated) "Close ur eyes and ur ears Sonny" than Professor Harold Hill's "Oh we got trouble" about kids and a cue ball.
Next. No run off to be seen, brakes ain't squeekin', making noise.
So, my brain turned to the song "My boomerang won't come back" cause I dunno about you, but, sometimes in life everything don't go exactly as it's supposed to. Katy barred that door too. The BBC wouldn't play the song, demeaning, racially motivated... geez Louise.. that's hella worse than real life where a simple Titliest won't come back, or, at least lemme find it.
No Del Shannon, no Runaway (or, Runoff) yet. While we're still kinda on the Boomerang subject, I thought "Weird", the producer if the 1961 song was a dude named George Martin (he even played the piano and keyboards in the song) ya mighta heard of him because he was extensively involved in the Beatles original albums, and yes, commonly referred to as "the 5th Beatle".
So, I'm standin' on the corner in Winslow Arizona............no, wait, that ain't it.
Remember Victurd? You're in Colorado. OH YEAH, thanks! Driving a semi... I have NO IDEA how to shift gears... no idea what/where the Jake brake is... even moreso, why they don't call it a Jill brake, I'd listen to her! (No misogynist comments about how loud, nope, I didn't)
So, I keep on truckin'. Turn off Hank (a little goes a long ways), found my John Denver tape... "Almost Heaven, West Virginia".. Victor, you're in Colorado.......... ah hell, mountains is mountains... the beauty of the pines, firs, spruces and, ah, the aspens...
Such beauty, makes ya forget life's woes, boomerangs that won't come back.. 'which way did she go' ladies that run-off.. scratchin' on the eight ball...... so, it's that beauty, pleasure of it all, which is exactly the intent of this blog. right Jake? Jake?
JAKE? Oh hell. I shoulda put in Del Shannon. My little runaway, a run, run, run, run, runaway...........faster and faster (sweat, blood pressure, no idea what pedal to press, which handle does what - kinda like life sometime)..and faster and faster, and finally, see a runoff... more smoke, noise, CRUNCCHNNNN.. which, seemed to take fitty heartbeats.... there I was.
Ah, "Breaker 1 9?" They still do that? ........ apparently not... John Denver still goin in the background... disc almost done. FINALLY, a Smokey. A BEAR? No, the CSP. "Hi Officer!" You're stuck. Yessir, I am. Well.. there's a tow outfit in Eagle but he don't work Mondays.. I can get him up here tomorrow, round noonish. Thank you sir. There's worse places to be stuck.
Thought about playing me some Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka,,, nah.. the Beatles? No thanks. My Boomerang? STOP. Del Shannon, shut your mouth. AC DC? Nah, my nerves are shot. Ah, here.. this one........ yep., Elton.
So, I'm not sure what all that was, is. Kinda like life. Up, down, happy, sad. Sometimes lost, no GPS. Sometimes no brakes (I warned ya! Shoulda listened! Like I said...)
A little diddy, about (life, and) Jake... brakes.
Love, Victurd
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