Just once I'd like to get cut off and suddenly feel an intense sense of empathy and compassion. Good luck buddy, get that beautiful wife of yours to the hospital. I remember that one time I was driving in a strange town and had no idea what the fuck I was doing and almost t-boned that Geo Metro. It's cool, it happens, everyone almost dies all the
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Imagine all the people that drive the same route 5 days a week. How many times they've made the same trip, or gotten in the same traffic jams at the the same times on the same days. Picking two of those people at random, how many times in a lifetime would they be stopped dead in the middle of the freeway next to each other? How many times would they pull up to the same light to get on the freeway in the first place? Maybe never. Maybe they live in the same neighborhood and work at the same mall. Twice? Sometimes instead of staring at the light waiting for it change, I'll stare at a person next to me, and wait for them to stare back.
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i don't mind driving things (boats, carnival cars, etc.) ... i've even driven cars when the situation demanded it: getting home from a party when all my friends were too drunk to drive, or once when i had to pick up groceries in my hometown for my dad who was sick. in those cases i was naturally extremely focused and did just fine. what i worry about, if i got a license and became one of these daily drivers, it wouldn't be long before my mind would drift and i'd endanger my own and other lives. at least that's how i imagine it going. who knows, right? on the plus side that worry, rational or irrational, has saved me ever having to buy a car, auto insurance, or parking tickets. i've never had road rage. and i feel like biking keeps me fit, so ... at least until my knees give out, i'm fine on two wheels.
i like the way you think though.
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