Ever wonder why there is only one sneaker on the side of the road ? I was driving to work one morning and saw an old hi-top tennis shoe on the shoulder. As I motored past at 2 mph the usual drivetime speed here in Dallas, I lamented the passing foot wear.
Was there some kid with only one shoe out there looking for this one? Maybe it wasn't a kid! A super human hybrid the defense department developed was tested on this very freeway. He could have been running past all the speeding cars (at 2mph?) when he had a blow out. Kapow! the shoe flies off and his blistering speed keeps him from stopping to pick up the shoe.
I guess the mind can wonder a bit as I creep down the freeway following the red sea of taillights. Just one long train of disconnected cars and passengers.
Yeah the old hy-top sneaker. That brings me back to the days of P.F.flyers. Shoes so old they are back in style. I can remember wearing them. They had to be hy-top, black canvas with thirty feet of laces. White sneakers were for the medical profession back then. Mostly those guys with white outfits who put strait jackets on people as best I can remember.
According to the commercials jumping higher and running faster were the by products of owning these shoes. That is until the olympics stole those claims for there own motto.
Like all things, I have past the shoe and am on to the next road rubble. That was some time back then running around those summer days with brand new P.F. flyers. Now I am driving by slowly like a funeral procession passing my youth in the form of an old shoe on the road.
No matter how fast the secret defense agency made me run, I would have gone back to get that shoe.
Was there some kid with only one shoe out there looking for this one? Maybe it wasn't a kid! A super human hybrid the defense department developed was tested on this very freeway. He could have been running past all the speeding cars (at 2mph?) when he had a blow out. Kapow! the shoe flies off and his blistering speed keeps him from stopping to pick up the shoe.
I guess the mind can wonder a bit as I creep down the freeway following the red sea of taillights. Just one long train of disconnected cars and passengers.
Yeah the old hy-top sneaker. That brings me back to the days of P.F.flyers. Shoes so old they are back in style. I can remember wearing them. They had to be hy-top, black canvas with thirty feet of laces. White sneakers were for the medical profession back then. Mostly those guys with white outfits who put strait jackets on people as best I can remember.
According to the commercials jumping higher and running faster were the by products of owning these shoes. That is until the olympics stole those claims for there own motto.
Like all things, I have past the shoe and am on to the next road rubble. That was some time back then running around those summer days with brand new P.F. flyers. Now I am driving by slowly like a funeral procession passing my youth in the form of an old shoe on the road.
No matter how fast the secret defense agency made me run, I would have gone back to get that shoe.
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