Traffic Jam

I love that this is what constitutes a traffic jam on a sunny, Sunday morning in my lovely country neighborhood:

• A man on a buckskin gelding
• Me on my Gary Fisher
• A couple in a silver German convertible
• A barking dog
• A gray-haired man in a Buick sedan

We all slowed down to make sure the crossing could be made safely ... except the older man in the Buick sedan. He just sort of plowed right though.