All that foreign oil
controlling American soil
Look around you, its just bound to
make you embarrassed
Sheiks walkin around like kings
wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding Americas future
from Amsterdam and to Paris
And theres a slow, slow train
comin up around the bend
Slow Train --Bob Dylan
Thirty years after Dylan recorded those words, Im driving 55 mph down North Long Lake Road, a hilly, curvy road with a really bad surface and two school zones, and theres a young guy in a big truck right on my tail. When I dont speed up, he stomps on the gas, roars around me, and disappears in the distance. Less than a minute later, I pull up right behind him where hes sitting at a dead stop at a red light. He did get there before I did, though.
I stop at the hardware store and park between two huge SUVs that dwarf my Ford Escort. Theyre both empty, the owners inside the store, and theyre both idling.
I pull into the local deli behind a big truck with a plow on the front. The driver hops out and goes inside without turning off the engine. I expect him to make a quick purchase and run right back out, but am surprised to see him seated comfortably at the counter, ordering lunch, his truck rumbling away outside.