Last week just was. It brought me a new co-driver. Well, I usually avoid to compare persons to objects, but frankly, in this case, they could have given me a sack of potatoes, too ; and it would be better, because potatoes are silent. I do not want to dwell on this malarky, thankfully it is just this week to go, then there’ll be a week off, and hopefully my regular colleague will come back in early November. This would be really nice.
Because I am a pretty immature person I now & then follow the advice of my passengers – when they keep yelling “Left! ! Left ! Left! ” (of course a totally wrong direction etc.) there is the chance that the Kindskopf at the wheel sharply turns left, sooner or later … On one of these (very small) expeditions into the unexpected (going sharp right, of course) I discovered the puddle.
It is not just a random run-of-the-mill puddle, not your average every day puddle, it is die Pfütze der Träume. It is long, at least two lengths of the vehicle. When I glanced over it this late afternoon the watery mixture of sludge seemed to be just right, wind made little frizzles on the surface. It gave the impression of endless deep – but the gravel track is kept in good order, seems solid. Perhaps too solid for water to flow off after strong rain.
I shied back.
Just wetted the brand new winter tyres at the first beginning of the muddy ocean, sending little waves over the shiny surface. I heard the potatoesack mumble (in broadest Franconian dialect) “You’ll don’t run through this ??!”
The rest of my passengers also looked in breathless (and silent) awe, until a tiny voice said “It’s megadeep.”
I hope not. Can’t risk to loose some vehicle parts in there. Oh, the temptation !
Now let’s turn away from these murky phantasies, and listen to something really nice.
In October 1972 some people came together in a studio and played music. Thankfully this is documented, and now we can listen to their take on Can’t find My Way Home, the singer is the inimitable Bonnie RIATT (Ger., Eng.). Please excuse that it is a bid longer than usual, there is talking and tuning, and then comes this voice.
I hope you enjoy the music. May this week be matschfrei for all of us.