Today was the usual summer day: wake up at 11, shower, work, come home. Stay awake doing odds and ends until 4 o’clock, then sleep. The only highlights of today were the giant orange moon on the horizon as I was driving home, and my racing with a Peapod delivery truck, that nearly sent me off the shoulder of Route 18 in order to claim victory.
Those rare, special full moons always amaze me. This one sort of looked like this, about 150% the diameter of the normal full moon, and a deep, ashy orange. It was right on the horizon over the trees in the distance as I was driving home, and I’m glad the traffic slowed down around the Braintree Split so I could take a nice, long look at it.
The Peapod truck incident happened on Route 18. I was tired of smelling the truck’s diesel exhaust after driving behind it before the Columbian Square intersection, so at the light I raced the driver and narrowly won; at the next light, I kept a small lead over him, but we were stopped side-by-side at the intersection by Independence Square and it was a tie until the point where the two lanes merge. He was in the left lane (the lane that continues after the merge), and I was in the right lane (which ends at the merge). He wouldn’t budge, so I was forced onto the narrow shoulder of the road for a few hundred feet, and nearly had to swerve off the road when the car in front of us decided to slow to turn.
In the end, I beat the ‘fugga and kept a solid lead on him past the Air Base (oops, SouthField) and on past Factory Paint, where he turned onto Route 58. Mm, victory. Even if it nearly cost me my four-year record of safe driving.
