I wonder where they are going everyday at 100 miles per second flying past.
By "they" I mean everyone but me, each of them in their safe little boxes on wheels (so they think) traveling at the speed of light towards their final destinations. Me, I drive slow, and don't worry I still get where I'm going on time.
Hogs of the Road, Roadragers, I don't understand you. Why are you cursing up a storm for the traffic to move up ahead, when it's careless and impatient drivers like yourselves that caused whatever rubberneck inducing juggernaut awaits down the road? Leave early for work, listen to a Beethoven Sonata on the way and just relax. Next time you pass me by, roll down your window and tell me what the rush is. I was not aware I-75 was a 339-mile race track running through the state of Georgia.
I drive all day, every day across Clayton County taking pictures for this newspaper. Some of my colleagues joke about my slowpoke driving.
My editor even joked that if he typed "slow driving" on the Google search engine my name would be the first hit. Hearing this from someone who won't even chance a ride on the interstate is a real laugh indeed.
When I lived in Savannah, I walked to the grocery store and to school.
When I lived in New York I took the subway to work. Since I moved back to Atlanta and have been stuck in a car again, I started to think about how weird it is just to drive. From a photographic standpoint I hate it. I'm always seeing stuff I want to photograph but I can't stop or pull over because it's too dangerous. In New York and Savannah I had my camera with me on the subway or while hoofing it and was free to be a "Shutterbug" when I saw something that interested me. Also the subway was a great place to read the paper and enjoy coffee without burning myself, not to mention it's a great place to people watch. Now instead of pressing the shutter, my sweaty fingers are hand-holding the wheel to avoid peril. And still "they" are closing in from behind, swerving around me, and blasting on into the future.
I don't drive fast or swerve around others because it is dangerous. I see bad accidents all the time on the job due to carelessness and impatience and it definitely convinces me to take it easy behind the wheel. Be responsible for your life and for mine. And in the words of Radiohead's frontman Thom Yorke, my favorite lyricist, "Hey man slow down, idiot slow down."
Zach Porter is a photographer for the News Daily. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.