Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Death is My Copilot

Driving a car is something wonderful. It gives the driver control, and freedom, and as my history teacher pointed out, a place for teens to "Canoodle." That being said, I've noticed that I have developed some odd driving habits. Whenever I drive over the same route many times, I start to challenge myself to drive it faster.

I did this most notably my senior year driving to my girlfriends house. It was a winding path that when driven normally takes about 8 minutes. Over the course of a few months, I was able to make the route in under 5 minutes. It doesn't sound impressive but if you were in the car with me you would recognize the knuckle-whitening skill that involves. 

I discovered that one of my friends does something similar: He tries to break 100 mph by the end of one particular road. Why did he drive this road so much? It was on the way to his girlfriends house. Coincidence? Perhaps not.

My theory is that guys, when faced with the prospect of dealing with a female, turn to feats of automotive recklessness to secure their manliness. "If I'm going to spend a few hours talking about my feelings, I may as well risk my life in the most idiotic and virile manner I can think of."

On a completely unrelated note, Cam was talking about Watchmen and I found (fearandloathingny.blogspot.com/) an amusing picture. Awwww look at baby Rorschach!

4 comments:

Cam said...

i know where you got that picture....

Nathan said...

It was too good to pass up.

Anonymous said...

hahahahah, I must say driving with you became a terrifying experience at times.

Anonymous said...

WATCHMEN !!!!
That is funny :-)
on th enote of driving ... I've found that driving home from my boyfriend's house this summer i drove fast ... mainly to make curfew