Rural living is wonderful all year round, but especially when it’s warm enough to be outside — yet cool enough to be comfortable. Like late September in Indiana… like now.
Listening to birds sing during the daytime hours and crickets chirp at night is a gift, and I am grateful for it.
But someone didn’t get the memo.
There’s a person that lives down from the barndo on this dead-end road that doesn’t care about the peace and quiet the rest of us appreciate. Matter of fact, I’m not sure this person cares about living long either.
This person — I would say “dude” but don’t want to stereotype — rides a motorcycle to the highway and back to where ever the home base is multiple times per day. Not a big deal until you understand it’s WIDE OPEN THROTTLE. When I say that cycle likely reaches 100mph, I’m not exaggerating.
Rural living means lots of wildlife — big and small.
It wouldn’t take a deer sized critter to crack that rider… a squirrel would be all it would take to blast motorcycle and rider into oblivion. Sure, I worry about the children and pets that live out here, and I care greatly about peace and quiet. But that ain’t all…
It’s so bad — the motorcycle is going so fast — I literally cringe every single time I hear it rocket by the driveway. My fear is that it’s only a matter of time before a human body will need to be scooped off this chip and seal county road with a shovel. 🥺
Now you know: René Laennec invented the stethoscope in 1816 because he thought it was improper to press his ear on a woman’s chest and found that a tube let him hear heart and lung sounds more clearly.