the one shoe on the road
 

this has baffled me for years...

what is with the one shoe on the side of the road? wherever you go, there is always ONE shoe in the median, or on the side of the road.

did someone have their leg sticking out of a window and the shoe fell off?

was someone hitchhiking, got picked up, jumped in the car, and their shoe fell off as the car sped away?

how do you lose ONE shoe? you never see both shoes, you only see one.

WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

the fuckin' shoe came from the back of a pickup truck, when the dude was reachin' for his gun,spilling beer on his left thigh and,tryin' to whipe the cheese off of his chin from the grease burger in the mirror whilst goin' over a big fucker pothole.

BOOM!!!!

that's where the shoe comes from man.

No no no...
The shoe comes from a one-legged guy, in a hurry to change his pants while driving to his appointment with the prosthesis maker, holding his old leg out the window to dry it out from stepping in a puddle at the last rest stop because he couldn't feel the water....and still trying to drive...
And the shoe flew off! And he couldn't stop to get the shoe back because it was his braking leg he was trying to dry out!
And that's why there's only one shoe.

The single shoes fall out of the sky as puzzles (gifts) for the more curious among us.

You find shoes while driving around? Huh.

Maybe two kids were wrestling inside a car, and tossed the other kid's shoe out the window. If there had been two shoes, someone would have taken the pair, instead of leaving the single shoe to fend for itself.

bigger question.
How does the roadkill get to the side of the road?

By being hit, over and over, the same way it gets flattened

The shoes?

That's just, ew. lol

Squeeeb, your answer can be found here:
in Spike Jonez shorts.

damn, there is a whole crazy swingin dancin video about it? thanks...

I found a pair of flip-flops in the bank's drive-in.
Also found a damn good denim shirt in the gutter in town.

Those single shoes are out there looking for the single socks that go missing in the dryers.

They think the one-armed man had something to do with it. :thumbsup:

I dont wonder about the one shoe. It's the underwear that you occasionally see that has me wondering.

yes, i've seen a pair and really really wondered about that.

i like the baseball caps. i stop and pick them up if they aren't too destroyed...

There's an error....the windshield gets smashed, but when the car flips, the windshield's in one piece.








I know, I'm such a film clip nazi....


carry on

i sometimes leave the top down on my convertible
when i'll only be gone for a little bit.

once upon return,
i found a single shoe in my back seat.

that was four years ago.
it's still there.

awesome! that wins right there.

I would say only god is awesome.

Of course, I'm retarded.

the god i believe in would not leave His shoe in my car.

and if He did,
He'd remember where He'd left it,
and come back to get it.

It's the dead deer on the road... the shoes started out as a pair, the deer liked the shoes but could only carry one at a time in it's mouth and when the deer got hit by the car the shoe went flying out of it's mouth. If you go back and look around you'll find the mate eventually!

One Step Over The Line
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

When I look into your eyes
See the world cut down to size
Baby don’t apologize
Takin’ me one step over the line

When I touch your secret skin
Babe I know it ain’t no sin
I feel you startin’ to give in
Now let’s go one step over the line

I know it’s just your daddy’s car
Your daddy never went this far
Baby we know who we are
Let’s go one step over the line

I can be your drivin’ wheel
We could make those tires squeal
Ooo I like the way it feels
Takin’ it one step over the line

One step forward and two steps back
It’s for the first time baby
I’m talkin’ cake walkin’ into the black
A crossin’ red line and I don’t mean maybe

I hear they buried lover’s lane
In a sea of tears and blame
It’s you and me go up in flames
Baby, one step over the line

They’re drawin’ boxes on the ground
Just to make us look on down
All we gotta do is look around
And take it one step over the line

A one step over the line
Come on baby, one step over the line

Why Don't We Do It In The Road

(Lennon/McCartney)

Why don't we do it in the road? Mm
Why don't we do it in the road? Ah
Why don't we do it in the road? Mm
Why don't we do it in the road? Mm
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

Ooh

Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it, do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

I've answered this question before, actually, in 2002.:

The Highway Shoe is the egg of the elusive Forest Refrigerator.

It is a strange lifecycle, in which, late on moonless nights, the sexual organs of the forest refrigerator, looking remarkably like men's and women's undergarments, stealthily make their way to the median strips of highways. The female lays an egg (which, in it's unfertilized state looks much like an unrolled condom.) The male then fertilizes it and rapidly drags it into the nearby road to incubate. It must happen quickly, because, a few minutes after fertilization, the egg develops an extremely durable casing, the familiar Highway Shoe. Their purpose completed, the sex organs crawl away into the underbrush and die.

The highway shoe remains in the road for several weeks until a retreadded tire hits it. When this fortunate event occurs, the Shoe adheres to the retread and rapidly insinuates its genetic material into it. When the insinuation is complete, the shoe loses all of its previous durability and rapidly decays, going through tennis shoe, Birkenstock, and flip flop stages, ending as a small black lump, indistinguishable from loose highway patch. The retread containing the genetic material detaches from the tire bearing it and becomes the larval form of the forest refrigerator, variously called the black or rubber armadillo, the Trucktire, or the What-the-Fark-is-that! Over the course of a number of days, the larva crawls to a secluded spot deep in a nearby forested area, until it finds a number of nearly empty beer cans. It collects these and begins its transformation to the adult form, passing through stages resembling various kitchen appliances (toaster, mixer, microwave, stove) until it has reached its adult form, the Forest Refrigerator.

Some time later, the doors wilt and fall off, the sex organs come forth, and the cycle begins again.