As I mentioned in a previous article, I recently moved back to Idaho after living for quite some time in Las Vegas, NV. When I first moved there I experienced some… culture shock. Suddenly I, a small town girl from a farming community, was thrust into the fast crazy world of Nevada drivers. I moved into a city that never quieted and was filled with… Taxi Cabs! It was sink or swim, do or die, and for a while I sank.
It was impossible to switch lanes. I was constantly living in fear of getting pulled over for driving to slow as I looked for intersections and freeway on ramps. It took me over an hour to get across town, sometimes longer. I was a frightened mouse in a city of lions, trying desperately to make my way through the jungle without getting eaten. The worst was the weekends when the Californian lions would come up to gamble and fill the city with meaner lions and even more taxi cabs.
Finally one day it happened. I had to make the exit or it would take me and my roommate's an extra 15 minutes to reach the restaurant we had a reservation at. I was sure I could make it, then the taxi cab cut into the lane and tried to speed up and prevent me from entering. Every muscle in my little mouse body quivered as I tried to decide what to do. Then, the remarkable happened. My foot hit the gas and I sped past that Taxi-Cab and cut into the lane just in time to take the exit. It was a miracle. In an instant I became a Cheetah and I never slowed down.
Then it came time to move back to Idaho. Not long after my return, I drove my little brother to the store. Apparently, I drive like a maniac. Of course the real problem is that I am a Cheetah stuck amongst the slow moving Cows of Idaho. Despite this, it is a real joy to be back amongst the people who let you into a lane when your blinker turns on. It’s a true joy to not hear a horn blaring behind you the second a light changes to green. It’s a relief to drive the speed limit and not have someone pass you and angrily flip you the bird as they go by.
I may drive like an enraged Cheetah, but I truly enjoy the picturesque sight of slow moving cows.
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