When I have a passenger in the car I am almost always a worse driver, especially in street traffic. I'm fine on the interstate, for long trips and all.
But somehow the presence of another person--who is of course a driver and a sort of tacit copilot--causes a certain nervous boldness, a tendency to take corners a bit harder, stop a little shorter. I certainly don't want them to think I drive too slowly, that I can't get them there on time.
Sometimes I ask not to talk when I'm driving. Occasionally I'll explain that I'm a slow driver. Sometimes that makes my passengers fidgety. Maybe it's not my speed.
A blog about the driving state of mind.
This is a blog about driving. It's not a blog about cars and how they're built and how they perform. It's about the panorama that feeds into our brain and eyes and ears, the train of thought that makes up a road trip, whether two blocks or two thousand miles. If the personal automobile disappears as a feature of American life, I want to explore what it is we'll be losing.
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