Ignorance and Regret Are One of a Kind

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You’re sitting behind the wheel of this giant metal death trap, of course you don’t think of it in that way, but that’s what it really is. When you first sit in it you feel the leather wheel under your fingers as you grip tighter and tighter, awaiting that moment on the road where you can just speed on through the intersection as fast as possible. You have nothing to fear as invincibility has overcome you at this point, but that’s not at all true. When you were younger you thought that you would be a better driver than one of your friends or one of your guardians. You felt you had witnessed enough of the world, and its drivers, around you that you would be fine behind the wheel. That’s bullshit. Sure, at first you feel like you are on top of the world. You obey all of the street signs and drive the limit like you are supposed to. After awhile that just gets boring though and raising the ante seems plausible at this point. So streets turn into freeways. Speed minimums turn into speed maximums. The rush of it all made the wait all the while, until that while turns on you. You get a letter in the mail, for speeding because the cameras caught you. Okay, watch your limit. This is alright but the thrill and rush are gone. Everyone says you’re a great driver so why worry about everything on the road, you’ll catch them in time to avoid them. Before you know it you’re in a rush to go somewhere. You look left and you look right and there is enough clearance. Where did that car come from? You decided that there wasn’t another car behind the one you saw, so cutting across to make a left turn would be alright. The little green Toyota behind you really, really doesn’t like that. You sit there and pray that the woman behind you in the little green Toyota, who looks like an authority figure you know, will not kill you for cutting you off. You drive down the street to make a quick get-away and they follow you, honking for the first and last part of that time. It is at that moment that you experience “the finger” from a fellow driver on the road. It doesn’t matter how many times you say sorry in your head, that moment still happened and nothing can change that. So now, just slow down and take your time; watch everything and everybody on the road. That should be easy enough. A few days after your almost-run-in with the little green Toyota, you are driving down a moderately busy street. The limit was changing from thirty-five to forty miles per hour and you have known that for months. Everyone is moving at a good pace until you reach a busy intersection. A woman, older, who is wearing a sun visor and is talking on her cell phone, is eager to turn into your lane. Her conversation is impeding her ability to accumulate the distance she has between her bright orange Chevy Cavalier, 2000 model or newer. You watch as she inches closer and closer while you still have the right away. The moment is approaching before you will be right beside her and an accident is the one thing you do not want, at all. Finally, the moment comes and she has missed your car by two inches. For a split second you are in the clear and before you know it a cloud of red will invade your vision and for some reason the brakes on your car just won’t work fast enough. The horror and terror of that moment will never escape you. You are enraged and upset as the bright orange Chevy Cavalier speeds right by you. Once you pull over to the side of the road and see an elderly man get out of the little red car, you realize you are driving a giant metal death trap and that you are one of the crazy “yahoo” drivers that all of your elders have warned you about.

Created: Jul 28, 2010


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