Drivin' Like the Demon That Drives Your Dreams

I don't drive very much here in South Korea, but there's this thing that one encounters every now and then in the US, which, in most states, tends to be very much a "car culture."

Here's the scenario; you'll be sitting at the stoplight in your nice, all paid for, affordable and perfectly adequate economy car (that you love, because it was inexpensive, but comfortable, and easy to care for, ultra-easy to park, and eventually replace, etc), but all the country boys in their big pickup trucks, or whatever they may be driving... well, they gotta drag race. Or... something.

Having had that extremely strong, intuitive Sixth Sense, even before I can remember, I can always feel it in the driver of the car in the next lane - even without the distinct sound of the rev of their engine, even without looking over in their general direction. Because we, us drivers, usually both know when that light is just about to change to green.

And that's why I always just sit there for a minute (or rather a few seconds, depending on whether there is another driver waiting in the lane behind me) when the light does change, and just watch the drag-racing jerk drive off in a huge hurry. Chasing...? I don't even know exactly. The devil himself, maybe?

Besides, if you really must drive the biggest (or just the fanciest) vehicle you can barely afford, whether it's actually even practical or not, just to perhaps show off... what exactly? I mean, if you really need that self esteem boost, take it, A**hole! Take it and go your merry little way.

After all, it's just a stoplight. It ain't the Grand Prix. Nor do we really need to drop our pants to compare the family jewels, for crying out loud! And besides, when it's all over and done with, you'll still be going your separate way in Life. And so will I.

But most importantly of all, I didn't even care one lick about where you were going in the first place. I didn't even really care how you might be getting there, OR for that matter, what you might be driving in the process.

So... drive on, dude... buddy... man... pal... mate, or whatever. I honestly wish you peace. May you even get to where you're going as safe, sound, and trouble free as the good Lord will allow. Just please, don't waste my damn time (or gasoline) while you're at it.