Below: The lethargic Astro.
Twin equine touchholes heralded our arrival in southern Vermont.
Soon after that auspicious sign, Jerri found herself being tailed by an aggressive Thomas (see
http://www.geocities.com/plabcures/thomas.html). Jerri had been flaunting her multi-colored wires for several hundred miles,
so it was only a matter of time before a member of the Thomas species picked up on her musky scent.
It is a well-known fact that May is the zenith of mating season for the Thomas. This particular specimen bore down on Jerri with unrelenting passion. A lady, she evaded his boorish overtures and lost him on one of Vermont’s renowned highway knolls.
After we lost the Thomas, we realized we had hit Vermont during a most inopportune time-- rush hour. A horde of commuters in high dudgeon hemmed Jerri in on all sides.
Below: Rush hour traffic in Vermont.
Thorndike tabulated examples of the Vermont driver by photographing them as Jerri passed. The technique was perfected over a series of experimental trials, during which we lost an Eagle, a rare breed of driver. Yet, as scientists, we realized that casualties are inevitable in any scientific study. In its final version, the technique involved pulling up alongside an unsuspecting driver at a high velocity, slowing to a rate .01 mph faster than said driver to enable Thorndike to snap a clear photograph of the victim, and then speeding away into the landscape.
Below: A montage of the Vermont driver in his various forms.
Before we honed in on central Vermont, our destination, Jerri quenched her gas thirst at a Mobil station. Mobil is our favorite gas purveyor because of its environmentally friendly business policies. We especially liked this Mobil outpost for its slogan, “On the Run,” with which we strongly identified.
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