You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination …
You are a drag racer preparing for a race; your truck and trailer (hauler) are sitting beside the shop ready to be loaded with the racecar and the tools and equipment necessary for the journey to the track and a weekend of racing. With a day left for getting ready, you grab your check list and with a couple of crew members on the way over to help, you begin loading. While putting the spare racing tires up on the rack in the hauler, you realize the bolts holding the tire rack are loose, something unnoticed after the last outing and they must be tightened. You go back into the shop for your impact wrench needed to tighten the bolts and discover that a crew member had began putting new fittings on it but had been called away before finishing. You must finish changing the air fittings if you can find them. You are far from putting the tires on the rack.
… next stop – the Backstroke Zone!
Have you ever noticed that sometimes no matter how hard you try or how well you think you are prepared, you just can not move forward without first moving backward? It can happen through no fault of your own. Something in the shop breaks, a bracket, a brace under the stairs to the mezzanine that must be repaired as a safety issue, you need special tools and the tools needed are in the tool box, locked up in the hauler, ready for the trip to the races. You go back out to the hauler, which is now mostly loaded, move the items necessary to access the tool box, undo the straps and locks securing it and retrieve the items necessary to fix the broken braces. You have what you need to fix the stairs but now you must take the time to do it. When you’re finished, the tool box needs to be reloaded and tied down. This has nothing to do with racing – you have once again entered the Backstroke Zone.
Think about it, it happens to someone every day. You’re making a run to the parts house, they’re working on the street in front of the shop, in order to leave, you have to turn right instead of left; now while driving the opposite direction of your choice, there’s an accident ahead with traffic control that sends you yet in another direction causing you to take the great circle route to the parts house. A fifteen minute trip has just taken half an hour!
At least when you’re swimming the backstroke, you’re getting somewhere.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. You are traveling through … the Backstroke Zone.
See ya at the races