From the pound

So here we go, I am driving to work, on the infamous Ortega Highway. I'm feeling damn good, nobody in front of me. I am literalyy flying thru the curves and the switch back. Engine roaring, tires screeching...King of the Road! Then I come behind this old Mazda pick-up truck, a bit rusty, the back gate of the truck a billeboard for the free expression of the owner deep feelings about current and past issues. There were a couple of sticker for presidential candidates who obviousely did not make it, a couple of cartoon fish swallowing Darwin's name and a central statement that Jesus loved me.

I don't know about you, but after having to follow this truck for the next 5 miles at substandard speed (Double-double yellow lane, mind you!) starring at "Jesus Loves You" I began to buy the argument. Then a short opening in the double -double lane appeared. I great jubilation I down shifted, ready to liberate the full power of my jalopy in order to blow the trucks door off.... when a huge cement truck shows up on the road coming from the other direction. Not being an ardent candidates to suicide I backed off, slowed down and went back behind the pick-up truck just in time to be blessed by the sight of the driver flicking me off!

Mind you, I was not born and educated in this country, threfore I assume that along the way, I missed some of the basic knowledge of a native. And to this day I am still trying to reconcile the "Jesus Love You" and the bird.

Maybe there is some esoteriical secret biblical meaning to the bird......I hope I will learn..before my time is up.