Don’t those old folks who drive around town 2o miles under the speed limit really irritate you. I have blown my horn at them. I have driven around them and given them the “You don’t own the road look.” It’s sometimes an old guy by himself. My wife and I noticed he always seems to be wearing a baseball cap. Often it’s some old lady who probably is on her way to Walmart for no good reason. Whether it’s a man or woman driving, they have both hands on the wheel and eyes cemented on the road ahead. Sometimes its a couple. Does it really take two of them to drive? I have summarized these types as the “old man in the baseball cap.”
Recently, while trying to deal with my stress filled day, some jerk blew his horn at me. It was all I could not to shoot him “the bird.” Later some guy pulled along side of me and berated me for several seconds before speeding down the road. I imagined following him, pulling him out of his car and giving him the spanking his mother failed to do. That three hundred pound weight lifter is lucky I’m the patient man that I am.
It was about that time that I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the man in the baseball cap and it was me. Where did the time go? I have to drive carefully and pay attention to what I’m doing to do the stuff I need to do. I love it when my wife is with me. She reminds me when I miss a turn or start to go the longest way possible to our destination. I pray it’s a long time before one of us is driving alone and snarling traffic on the way to Walmart, just to have something to do.
I’m now the old man in the baseball cap and yes, you young smarty pants, I do own the road. Just like I did when I was your age. And just so you know it, I am on the road because I have something important to do. I am trying to change the world. I’m not going to stop my feeble efforts to change my world either. It may take me a little longer to do, but I’ve got a lot more time than you might think. I know someone who still is crazy enough to believe I can do greater things than He did. He did some pretty awesome stuff. It doesn’t matter that you don’t seem to believe it. I do and I’ve got some grandkids and great grandkids who deserve a world less jerk populated.