Aug 7
Driving is an insane thing to do.
I was driving home late tonight after a business dinner and the traffic was moving quickly since the roads are pretty empty at 11:00 on a Tuesday night.
I was listening to music, driving along and thinking about how absolutely insane the act of driving is, just in terms of what it actually is that any of us are doing when we drive a car.
We’re steering a 1.5 or 2 ton pile of metal along the road at speeds of 50, 60, 70 or 80 miles an hour, shielded by plates of extremely slow-moving liquid sand. We trust that we’ll be kept safe by sacks of air all around us, and we trust that another four containers of air, surrounded by metal and wide straps of solidified tree sap (enriched by sulfur) will keep us from sliding off the road. Our speeding piles of metal are powered by burning off gallons of decayed dinosaur juice (they’re called fossil fuels for a reason).
I must just be tired. I’ve still got some laundry to do before tomorrow.
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