Tuesday, May 11, 2004

This weekend I drove up to Boston. Not the longest trip by far, but at five hours it was long enough. While driving you inevitably drive in front of or behind someone else for a long period of time. There are all sorts of good reasons for doing it ranging from better milage, to pack behavior. The odd thing is how you can get "attached" to the other cars. Not that you know them or that they know you. Often you don't even see the person. But if someone were to get between the two of you, you might hope that they can get back behind you. And when they leave off on their exit you feel almost sad. Isn't life weird.

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