Riding Shotgun
Riding Shotgun
When it comes to driving, I’m a driver. I’m pretty much the worst passenger You can imagine. I fidget, I fuss, I am generally a more curmudgeonly person than normal. Pain in the arse levels run high when I don’t have a steering wheel in front of me. Now couple this with a long car trip to my Father-in-Law’s house for diner, in my wife’s new car and her love of driving (not to mention skill) which far exceeds my own.
So a passenger I became. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. The tunes were good. I got to fiddle with the camera along the way, and by convincing myself that I was actually riding on a train, the fact that I wasn’t driving was OK… and I got to drive home.
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