After defending my dissertation, I headed out west to relax and free my mind of the crushing concavity of worrying about the defense perpetually (and also to hopefully gain some headway on the "what next" issue). I set out to Salt Lake City in Bopper, my 1981 Tercel with a top speed of 84 mph on a straight away. Here is a picture of me setting forth, with a full toolshop in the trunk.
Good thing I brought it too. The right side transaxle began to leak fluid, and in Davenport, Iowa, I had to do a little roadside repair. You can see me giddy (I'm serious, I love this stuff) with excitement at the challenge below.But oh my heart, how wonderful it was to see the landscape open up and rift. After being in Ann Arbor chained to a desk and a bar stool for 6 months now, in complete stagnation, I can feel my mind waking up and becoming excited and alive as I dive into the west, open roads, new places, and new faces.
I am now at Mark's house in Salt Lake City (Mark is a former post-doc of my lab), and I will explore this odd city for a few days before heading out Friday morning to southwestern Oregon for our 4 day white water rafting trip of the Rogue river.
2 comments:
Chewing gum... nice. McGiver would be proud.
does that mean that 60 horses tied together can go 85 mph on a straightaway? Sorry, I got a D in physics.
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