Supercommute 8: Victorian Swan Pedal
Time: 6 hours 19 minutes
After two months of surreal commuting, Supercommute is over, and the Supercommuter is tired and mentally drained. Yet the project relied on the help of many others, and they may also be relieved to hear the swan song. I hope I'm not going to die or stop making art, but I might sleep a little later next Monday because I'm not going to class at 7 in the morning. Instead I'll lie awake and ask myself "Now why did I do that again?"
After I dropped my mom off at the airport, I took the swan, Hattie May, back to her home at Mountain Lake Resort on Tuesday. She seemed to be at peace in the calm small lake after her great sea adventure, but I'm sure she won't forget the time she swam with the cargo ships and oil tankers. The weather was perfect and it really was just a nice stroll in the port, not unlike the summer conditions on the lakes in Boston where Hattie May was invented over a hundred years ago. Of course she wasn't being used for transportation, but for leisurely afternoon rides.
Three beautiful ladies in the port seemed appropriate for the finale commute, because after all, a good ship is a woman and a bad ship is uhh . . . sunk. I managed to survive Supercommute without sinking, drowning, or getting demolished by a semi. Now the challenge is the exhibition display, but I'm sure I'll have that figured out by April.
