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Many Modes of Transportation, What Will I Choose, What Will I Choose

When I’m penning a novel I never know which type of transportation the characters will use to move from point A to point B. It could be something we see every day, or then again, it may be something that’s not of this world or any other.

The two previous sentences caused me to pause and ponder, the many modes of transportation, natural and man-made, available to us today.

We have horses, donkeys, oxen and in some cases, canines. Some folks ride elephants or camels, and we mustn’t forget our own two legs.

On the mechanical side are automobiles, motorcycles, buses, trains, helicopters, and ships, or we can go blasting through the air in a rocket-powered pressurized steel tube called an airplane. These vehicles run on just about any imaginable fuel, such as gasoline, diesel, alcohol, coal, electricity and air.

What will personal vehicles of the future be like? We’ve heard, read or seen in Science Fiction films that flying cars should fill the air by now. Personally, I think that would be a disaster.

I want to finish this particular post with a situation I ran across during the years I worked for a pharmaceutical company. I traveled quite a bit and saw a good portion of the United States. Take into consideration that I used to be a smoker but managed to kick the habit years ago. Even though it’s a terrible habit and I believe shortens the life of those who chose to participate, I’m not a nicotine Nazi and stick to the mantra of “smok’em if you got ‘em.”

Since it pertains to our method of travel and keeping with the theme of this post, I would like to relay an incident that I found a bit of a paradox.  I won’t mention the name of the city this particular incident took place, but in front of the convention center, there was a huge metal awning placed in case of rain that was large enough to allow multiple buses (30 or more) to sit under while loading and unloading convention attendees. Needless to say these coaches never shut down their engines. As soon as you walked out of the building you were bombarded with “No Smoking” signs. Not only signs forbidding smoking, but a cloud of burnt diesel fuel that would make a cigarette in contrast appear healthy.

Thought I’d throw that bit of irony in just to mix things up a bit.

Have a great week!

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