Congestion

 

Remember the beginning of the pandemic?

Everything stopped.

The kids didn’t go to school.

The office was closed.

Mandate to stay inside.

Wear a mask outside but only for exercise or fundamental necessities provided by essential workers.

Park your car.

Only wear leisurewear.

Get to binge on movies and get to know your family.

No vacations. No travel. Stay at home.

The reason I brought this up was the pandemic didn’t have much affect on my daily life. I am already a stay-at-home guy. I do go out once a day for a bicycle ride and pick up some libations or whatever looks tasty at the Tummy Temple.

The difference was the roads were empty.

This was heaven for a two-wheeler who survives by avoiding metal mobile machines.

After two years, the roadways are getting back to ‘normal’. Congestion distracted driving, no signals and loud noises. I won’t comment on the pollution.

While the pandemic waits for the next surge, the mask are coming off, large groups are forming as if everything is not the way it was.

I’ll still ride the side streets to avoid the traffic and travel at off hours to avoid the rush and enjoy the quiet without the congestion and stress and road rage and drive by shootings (so far).

Of course, at a certain age, congestion can take an internal turn.

Sorry boys and girls, but as we grow older our internal tubes and valves don’t work as well as they used to. That double cheese pizza you ate last night might need a little help to get through the pipes. There is more time spent on the porcelain throne to avoid the congestion.