highway pilgrim I had become numb with the distance,hands throbing from the road thruogh the wheels through THE wheel. Through my arms into my skull, 16 hours, only stopping for fuel, coffee and a piss. Now the sun is down and the road fades into the grey beyond my headlights.Highway Hypnosis sets in and the pavement seems to bow upward in the cone of my lights and then rush toward me like something solid. It does this over and over again.I know it's just an illusion, but I also know that it can kill us both, so I tell my wife she'll have to drive for a while, if she's up to it. We've still got another 10 hours at least to go. I'm not as young as I once was. 010214 ... nom my folks are confident i'm gonna die 070112 what's it to you? who go blather from