You don't see many complete rainbows, but I saw one driving home tonight. It came down on my home town, Woods Cross and the other end was off over the mountains just north of Salt Lake, somewhere near Ensign Peak. It was very distracting. That is why I almost didn't notice myself driving the car behind me.
When I was out on Redwood Road past I-215, that's when I happened to glance in my side mirror, and there I was, driving the very same car, only faster. I tried flagging myself down. I even chased after myself, almost catching me at the edge of Woods Cross, but as I turned into my subdivision, I lost myself.
Isn't it odd. I was driving the exact same car, and still, I couldn't seem to catch myself. The traffic wasn't to blame. The sensation was more of trying to out run your shadow on a sunny day. No matter how fast you move your legs, you're shadow seems to match your pace.
I thought about it later, and wondered, Why catch myself? What would I have said if I had managed to flag myself down? We were both obviously having the same good day, and maybe had just shared the same euphoric sensation at seeing a rainbow over our home town. Maybe I'd have said, .... No, I wouldn't have.
I probably won't try to flag me down if I run into myself again. Maybe, I'll even ignore me if I see me trying to flag me down.