Monday, May 05, 2003

In Queue

The hare versus the tortoise and finally the Road Runner loses. Slow and steady is just that, only slower and steadier. Speed burns especially oil viscosity which predictably causes damage to any metabolic engine. So is fifteen minutes an arbitrary measurement related only to celebrity? Can it not also serve as a quarter slice of time to indicate efficiency? What consumed upwards to one to oftentimes two or three hours now is accelerated to the great appreciation of those quirks of nature defying odds with beginner's luck.

The onerous monolith that is the red tape central turned over a new leaf, instituting modern technology to better herd the little doggies along. The result depending on distance from the crowded middle moves supersonic fast. So much so that windows blew out from Mach three breaking. So call me Roger Bannister because the subhour pace is shattered. And by an inhuman margin smacking of Bob Beamon in Mexico City, too. An incredible and incredulous feat.

But black stirrup hose pulled below the calf plus black cleats creates the illusion of hauling a trailer around third. The wheels spin but fourth gear is mainly for power and not at all for speed. So what accounts for the new world record?