Try driving with the radio off

My commute is scenic
thus dangerous.
The Maple Beach Burger
Traffic.
Friday evenings.
Nodakers with boat trailers
in a hurry
to get to the cabin.
Especially
Sunday nights.
Nodakers
Heading west on autopilot
Blinded by the setting sun.
Fall weekends.
Leaf gawkers
listening to
the Vikings.
Is this Maplewood State Park?
Winters
863-PETE lets his tow truck run 23.5/7.
One must drive mindfully.
More often than not
I am saved
By the lack of commuters.
My neighbor ladies-
my doctor and my librarian-
say (see comment below)
I am
the most dangerous,
certainly the slowest,
thing in their way.
Usually
the first truck I meet is
the Egg Truck from Perham.
He drives carefully
slow around the curves.
Today,
it was a gravel truck
blue
I think,
followed
by a second
being driven
singlehandedly
by a blonde
talking on her cell phone.
Smiling
the smile
women smile
when.
Obviously not her boss calling.
My mind
on the road.