And now here we are, driving down a road that is not an A road or a B road, but a don't-even-try-to-classify-me road, peering anxiously at red flags and signs that say, "BEWARE: MILITARY FIRING RANGE," and beeping the horn at road-dwelling sheep that respond by having panic attacks and running face-first into the front bumper of the photographer's red Volkswagen Polo.
And now here we are, driving down a road that is not an A-road or a B-road, but a don't-even-try-to-classify-me-road, peering anxiously at red flags and signs that say "BEWARE: MILITARY FIRING RANGE", and beeping the horn at road-dwelling sheep who respond by having panic attacks and running face-first into the front bumper of the photographer's red VW Polo.
And then, like Jupiter's thunderbolt, it hit me: roads!
I wanted to build, to create structures that would serve the communities around me – roads, bridges, dams – the bigger the better.
My sister Elizabeth, a gifted artist nine years older than me, gave me the road map to self-support, creative expression and financial freedom.
Unmistakably, the escalating level of me-first road behavior is related to rising bumper heights.
"Keith gave me a road map.
I need him to show me the road map".
Most recently, he bought me a road bike with a saddle hewn from granite.
"It's not about winning for me, because road isn't my main focus," Trott added.
He took me on road trips to see America.
