But sometimes it makes the most sense.
There are two ways to get over the plateau; the long easy way and the short, steep, rocky way. Normally I choose the long way. The Jeep’s aftermarket tweaks rate it for rock climbing, and when it was young it would have handled a few little bumps like this with a superior sneer. But it’s not young, and lately this road has been its nemesis. But up is easier on the suspension than down, and I’ve done a lot of work on it since last time, and I couldn’t be late.
I went up to get paid for this week’s back-and-forth gig and I thought I had scheduled enough time to do the chickens, drop off my laundry, and also take the long way around to get up the plateau to meet T&S. But I was wrong, and then I had to make a choice between take the long way and be late or take the bumpy way and be a little early. I’m a little neurotic about timeliness, so Torso Boy and I took the shake’n’bake route.