I Left My Gas Cap in Flagstaff

The afternoon desert wind was growing as our repaired car finally found the interstate.
Course set west, to home, hearth, and security,
and away from unplanned adventure.
Disappointment of the things not seen weighed down my heart.
Unwanted memories flooding my mind of mother driving
with her hands grasping the wheel in a death grip of her life.
Home was not happy for her and the road her freedom.

My hands sit lightly on the wheel, cruise control sets the speed
at which we seek to return to the shelter of our happy home.
The miles roll by, trucks pass, and sun sinks into the west.
Our west, our direction,
Flagstaff our destination.
East was adventure that fades with the sun.
Milage signs come into view as my brain does the math, 135 miles, 70 miles per hour…
Weariness as the car rolls to a stop in front of a motel.
Desert night as the trains roll by with their gentle thunder.
Desert, trains, rails, roads, and cars have replaced dust and thirst.
In the morning, clouds hid the rising sun and chill the air.
Cold seep into the bones at the gas station as the pump whirs,
and bugs get scraped off the windshield.
Again the interstate.
Again west.
721 miles, 70 miles per hour, 26 miles per gallon,
road math starts.

It was in Kingman, after the stop for coffee, at the gas station
where I discover the missing gas cap.
Hold the air where it used to be,
I wonder what else have I left on the road.


That’s the end of our road adventure.  Next week there will be a new topic.  No idea what that might be yet.

Andrew

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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17 Responses to I Left My Gas Cap in Flagstaff

  1. Love the title. I hope there was nothing too adverse from the lack of a gas cap.

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  2. I love the roll of this. If flows with the journey…

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  3. Great post. Yes the open road is filled with challenges and adventures.

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  4. Good post, Andrew. The trip back home is always different than the trip to the destination.
    Ω

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  5. They need to sell gas caps in gas stations. That would make life easier.

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  6. Debra says:

    This is beautifully written, Andrew, and I felt the emotion of reminiscing about your mother as well as the longing to get home. You captured the feeling of the desert sights and sounds very effectively. I am so glad I didn’t miss reading this. It’s a very moving piece.

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  7. lifelessons says:

    Especially those last two lines. Wow.

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