That’s what I was thinking, tonight, driving through the pouring rain on highway 101. Having grown up in the Midwest, I’m pretty comfortable with driving in inclement weather, even though I know that most native Californian’s aren’t.
It doesn’t matter how good I think I am, it’s the other guy that I should worry about. And that’s why, hurling down the slippery road at 55+ mph, well, is insane. Driving on the freeway at all is probably proof of our insanity. We know what could happen to us, we can imagine the pain, and in the end, we know that it’s out of our control, really, as we can’t read the other guy’s intent or control his actions.
And that, I fear, is proof that we are indeed insane.