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Driving & Relaxation (or not)

Drove myself to the plasma place and writer's group today. This was the first time I've been daylight driving in a while. I was plenty spooked, but managed to drive very well.

I'm so very glad that Darkside and iroshi have hacked so much at my startlement reactions, because I otherwise might not be so safe. I am very incredibly nervous when I am between two vehicles, especially two larger vehicles: I get what amounts to a claustrophobic reaction, and I have to consciously restrain the little muscle-jerk that travels down my arms. Controlling that is becoming second nature, because I don't really have any other viable choice (I'm supposed to not control it, and slam myself into the other vehicle?) but I'll be very glad when I've hacked my head enough that my body only exhibits sane and safe responses to danger or perceived danger on the road.

I really don't like that twitch. That scares me more than anything else about my driving. Even though I am a very safe driver, I get very nervous over driving maneuvers that my head tells me I can pull off safely, but my Inner Alaskan thinks is an unnecessary risk.

I grew up in a small town with very little traffic. What Fairbanks calls unreasonable traffic, Phoenix calls normal. What Fairbanks calls normal, Phoenix calls deserted.

The more I'm behind the wheel, the better I get. By the time I was at the plasma place, my pulse must have been over 120 from sheer driving stress. By the time I got back home after dinner, I was ready to grab Marx and go out and do a grocery run, just because I wanted to keep driving.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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