I am continuing my practice of writing while in moving vehicles. Today, I sit on the Colorado Mountain Express (CME). This is a van that shuttles people between Denver International Airport and various Colorado ski areas including Vail, Aspen, and Breckenridge. It is not exactly cheap ($174 round trip for me), but less expensive than renting a 4-wheel drive for two days and I am doing my part to save the environment. There are three rows of seats behind the driver, and one seat next to the driver in front, and each of the three rows can hold three people. 7:00 a.m.: I am picked up at my hotel in Beaver Creek. There is a couple in the front row. His head doesn’t stop moving to the beat of whatever is on his ipod; slight left to right head rotation followed by triple nod indicates Al Green, Nina Simone, or possibly early Aretha Franklin. I sit alone in the second row. 7:05 a.m.: We pick up four more people at another Beaver Creek hotel. Two sit in the back row, one joins me in the middle row, and one fills the spot next to the driver. Perfect, there are two bodies comfortably in each row. Now for a relaxing 2.5 hour drive to the airport. Oh no, we stop in Vail. 7:20 a.m.: 2 more travelers at this final pickup. My seat mate and I sit dead silent staring forward; he is certainly hoping for the best as am I. One new guest makes her way to the back row. Now it is between the first row and our middle row. This is a quiet competition between complete strangers who may never meet. Who will win the coveted prize of simple comfort? Joe Ruintheday steps into the van, and then, oh please don’t do it…no, no, no!!! I can see the smiles on the faces of the two first row riders, and they have every right to be happy I guess, the lucky @*$&*@! It’s not easy typing with no elbow room. Oh great, now the guy next to me is sleeping on my shoulder.
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