I dropped my iPhone out of my Jeep once. Reconstructing the scene, here’s what I think happened. I was riding top down, doors off late one night, leaving Baltimore city with my iPhone resting on my lap. I pulled up to a gas station to get a drink, and parked with tires on the sidewalk in front of the door to leave enough space for other gas station patrons to drive through. Forgetting my iPhone was on my lap, I got out, thus ejecting the iPhone from my vehicle with a mighty hip thrust. It’s final resting place was in the path of my oversized tires, unnoticed, as I pulled away. Retracing my steps an hour later, I located the iPhone, crushed to smithereens. I had Apple care, so I really didn’t care. I paid a $50 deductible the next day, and within seconds had a brand new iPhone. But not before I made up a story about how “it came like that” to a poor unsuspecting Apple employee and managed to keep a straight face for three full minutes while I requested a refund.
Now was that more or less stupid than the most recent iPhone loss, where I was riding on the highway on my Harley and my iPhone just fell out of my pocket, and skidded into the brush, unable to be recovered? You may say the first, unless I were to tell you that this is the second time my iPhone has fallen out of my jacket pocket while riding my motorcycle. That makes three incidents of vehicular manslaughter on my iPhone.
The difference this time, is that I elected to not get a new iPhone. This has driven my friends and my family insane. I have not had a cell phone in four months now. Why?
"I didn’t get a new iPhone because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
I just don’t want it anymore. My life has been better without it, as silly as that may seem. I like being left alone. I like having time to think about things. I like cutting out the filler and incessant need for time occupation at every dull moment in life. I may not be able to capture as many picture of Jeeps on the fly, but here’s an old one. I’ve already written about Razor Ramon, so maybe read that entry again and substitute in The New Rockers. The sentiment remains the same. YJ in Greenbelt, MD.