Driving: It’s half a ton of steel strapped under your bum and barreling down the road at breakneck speed. This is as crazy as it gets. Driving is, of course, a religious experience. What else could it be! It’s nuts and people love it. A reasoning head would not place itself inside a steel cage and move forward with explosive liquids – especially if that head considers the road causality statistics (one million in 1998, WHO study).
Living entails risks, self-created or otherwise, isn’t it? Stalking a prey through the dense forest risking snake bites, speeding on a road where getting pulped is a distinct possibility; it’s just how it is. At times, I just wish to be a rock. But even then, I may be picked up by a bored child and whacked against something, and there’s always erosion – that agonizing slow torture where wind and water wear you down….
For the record, I don’t have anything against safe driving (I hold a lot against religion, though).