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After eating the amazing pizza I described in the last post, I went to check on my car. It was done so I paid my bill and went on my way.
Cost of tire, labor and tow truck: around $100The blown tire experience was far too easy and hassle free. I took that ease as a universal nod of validation expressing agreement with my spontaneous journey.
Time it took to tow it, fix it and for me to be on my way? Less than an hour.
Amazing, right? I thought so.
Before I go on, I should explain something about me. All my life, I've been an explorer. I enjoy exploring for many reasons. One of these reasons is that by physically altering my actual, visual perspective, I can nudge my internal, mental perspectives. Before I moved to LA (Feb., 2001) I usually used a car to do my exploring. I'd drive until I found something interesting and then park, get out and explore it.
The drivers' void is the best way to clear my head of clutter so I can really think. I love the open road sensation.
Living in LA without a car for 4 years taught me to use a camera when a car was not available. By the time I got a car (4th of July, 2005) I was already out of the habit of using the drivers' void to focus, out of the habit of exploration via motor vehicle and out of the habit of just driving. As a side note: I was somewhat surprised at how quickly the knack of driving long distances at high speeds came back to me.
So, while I hadn't just taken off like that in a while, it is not entirely out of character for me to have done so. This, combined with the ease of the solution, might also explain why the "ordeal" of my blown tire didn't freak me out or worry me.
I got back on the road around 1pm that day (Dec. 10th, 2009) feeling bright, happy, and interested in my drive. I'd planned to stop in Phoenix, AZ for lunch so, even with the blown tire, I was still making good time. I switched CDs (from moodorgan to Tool) and brought my car back up to 90mph, sat back and let the driving void take me.
Tool was an interesting change of mood and mind. Their songs soar, blending well with the speed and mild exhilaration of the open road. Arizona passed quickly. The dust in my wake made no difference to the dust that is always there. This was relevant internally because, before my tire blew, I had a vague idea of going to Bagdad, AZ, then turning back toward LA. That would not have been a satisfying trip, especially after the "ordeal" of my blown tire... no, I needed something else and more open road.
FOOTNOTE: My parents lived in Bagdad, AZ just before I was born. I've always wanted to go there and see what it was like. Recently reunited with my biological father, Bagdad seemed like the logical place to go to at first.
So, I set a new destination goal.
The afternoon passed quickly. I drove straight through the rest of Arizona, taking time out to feel the wind and enjoy the vibe of the place. I took some time looking for a classic rock station so my soundtrack would be like that of my parents when they lived in the state. But mostly I listened to Tool.
By around 5pm, I was crossing into New Mexico. New Mexico has always fascinated me. Interesting, world changing things happened there in the mid-1900's --> Roswell, Atomic testing and development, etc. The scenery changed as I crossed the border... it was dusk, the horizon was rich with jewel tone, sunset colors. Objects in the distance carved dark, ponderous shapes into the serenity of sky. It felt like an alien landscape in a sci-fi film from the 50's.
I had Peter's camera with me but I didn't stop to take pictures (though now I wish I had). I figured I could time the drive back to get the kinds of shots I wanted.... of course I haven't gone back yet. That just goes to show one should always take advantage of opportunities as they are presented rather than relying on a second trip.
I found a few decent photos online that show the otherwordliness of the New Mexican landscape, copyrights at the bottom.
John De Bord seems to be able to capture part of the essence of what I saw in New Mexico. Here is his portfolio of images called New Mexico, 2008.
If I had gone walking in the New Mexican desert, it would not have surprised me to find a door like this:
Las Cruces, NM and White Sands, NM