Tracked

A build up of events and activities can result in dizzying confusion.

5 PM, the rush hour, plan to drive to the store for stock up.

A build up of events and activities can result in dizzying confusion.

5 PM, the rush hour, plan to drive to the store for stock up.

As we mounted the car and prepared to back down the drive, multiple sirens could be heard in the near distance, but it wasn’t evident where they were and what would happen next. We backed down the drive very slowly, especially watching the passenger side rear view, for the spot where the sidewalk is obscured by large privet bushes. It’s the time of day when dog and buggy walkers, as well as bicyclists, go sailing past without looking.

Success. I stopped at the street and observed emergency vehicles pulled up in the next block with red/blue lights oscillating.

I went the other way, listening to KDX 1550 until it died to background noise in two blocks. The radio was still turned up, static and far away noises fizzling, and I heard 3-beeps. I assumed the radio had intercepted something.

A few seconds later, 3-more beeps. Oh, I thought in paranoid rush to judgement, there is a tracking device on my car and the radio’s detecting it.

3-beeps.

Then some very deep part of the brain must have matched the beeps with the dash-board seat-belt warning. Viola-la-la!

Pulling to the side, I belted up.

Now there’d be no need to slide a mirror under the car.

The tracking device, had it been real, might have been a part 15 device.