get your kicks en route
Feb. 10th, 2019 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueSleepy. A busy weekend of out-of-town guest and symphony tickets (Copeland's Third Symphony, Szymanowski's Violin Concerto No. 1 with soloist Lisa Batiashvili, Wilson's Lumina). Caught a 3D screening of Peter Jackson's WWI documentary They Shall Not Grow Old and then grabbed banh mi.
In between sitting at the movie theatre and sitting at the Vietnamese bakery (two or three blocks apart) I noticed that my left butt check was muscularly sore, and I thought with annoyance, "it's not as though I've been kicking things all day." Because of course that's the reason you'd have a sore glute: kicks. That's it. I didn't give it another thought. Obviously I'd slept funny or been sitting weird.
But then about an hour later while I was on the train it occurred to me that in fact I have been kicking things all day. Or a thing. Since my van was totalled and its replacement hasn't arrived yet, I've been driving my dad's car, which is a manual transmission with a very stiff clutch. I've spent an atypical amount of time driving this weekend, all of it in stop-and-go traffic. Throughout, I've been doing leg presses with my left leg against not insignificant resistance.
I kick you, car. I kick you.
(I don't want to give the wrong impression: a lot of the reason I am the one driving, although I don't usually, is that I like manual transmissions and find automatics boring. Even though I understand the economic and fuel and safety reasons to use them, and therefore do, I am suspicious they're trying to lull me with their hypnotic artificial intelligence, plus if the car's going to do that much of the work, I'd rather hand it off completely. I'm delighted to be driving this touchy annoying car that can't do anything.)
In between sitting at the movie theatre and sitting at the Vietnamese bakery (two or three blocks apart) I noticed that my left butt check was muscularly sore, and I thought with annoyance, "it's not as though I've been kicking things all day." Because of course that's the reason you'd have a sore glute: kicks. That's it. I didn't give it another thought. Obviously I'd slept funny or been sitting weird.
But then about an hour later while I was on the train it occurred to me that in fact I have been kicking things all day. Or a thing. Since my van was totalled and its replacement hasn't arrived yet, I've been driving my dad's car, which is a manual transmission with a very stiff clutch. I've spent an atypical amount of time driving this weekend, all of it in stop-and-go traffic. Throughout, I've been doing leg presses with my left leg against not insignificant resistance.
I kick you, car. I kick you.
(I don't want to give the wrong impression: a lot of the reason I am the one driving, although I don't usually, is that I like manual transmissions and find automatics boring. Even though I understand the economic and fuel and safety reasons to use them, and therefore do, I am suspicious they're trying to lull me with their hypnotic artificial intelligence, plus if the car's going to do that much of the work, I'd rather hand it off completely. I'm delighted to be driving this touchy annoying car that can't do anything.)
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Date: 2019-02-11 11:55 am (UTC)