No, not another trip down Highway 401, solo in the car, nor to the sunny southern states. This isn't an epic road trip in the manner of Dawn, either - it's just the morning commute. I'm on the road again because we're into the school year, and Mrs. Ricardipus is back in classes.
So, with drop-off duties for the Junior Ricardipi messing up my morning train schedule, I've elected to drive all the way downtown to work, a couple of days each week. Which, although environmentally unfriendly, is actually kind of a pleasure. Good music on the stereo, and the opportunity to explore the city as I negotiate its twists and turns, looking for the best saw-off between speed, scenery and calm traffic. It's even almost cost-effective, since staff parking where I work is only marginally more expensive than the train ticket, and less expensive than the trip should I decide to use the subway in even one direction to or from the train station to the office. What about the cost of gas, you say? Let's just ignore that for now.
Naturally, such a drive affords opportunities for on-the-fly photography of local buildings:
Don't try this at full speed, folks.
The downside, of course, is that I am afforded every opportunity of being distracted by things parked at the side of the road, like this:
You know, I've never seen a 328 GTS before.
A bit less high-performance, but very pretty.
Not to mention the local Lotus and Aston Martin dealerships. It's surprising how easy it is to modify my route to pass by them.
Ah well, dangers abound everywhere. If I wasn't driving, I'd be walking to the station most days, and I'll confess I was late for a train because I had to stop and take photos of this pretty little Datsun:
A 260Z. Pretty in blue.
And the Ford GT, well that was a different story entirely - I made the train, but did have to run a bit.
Photoshoppery has occurred.
Sad case, me. But there you go. Driving to and from work, a couple of times a week, keeping my eyes peeled, shooting digital from the hip.