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epitome of incomprehensibility
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A whole story in a deceptively simple frame.
We're going somewhere.
Maybe.
And as for cars in general, I woke up this morning thinking "the scariest thing" for me would be driving somewhere alone. "Like...north of Edmonton, to Uncle Ron's house" (he had said before, Why don't you learn to drive? so you can come and visit us?)
Not that my uncle or his partner are scary. Just the idea of driving somewhere. In the proverbial middle of nowhere. Alone.
And then, in the middle of trying to track down pesky Sanskrit verb forms, I look up and think, "That doesn't sound that scary at all, does it?"
Does it? Now it does again. But I can see the appeal. The road, freedom. It's just not the sort of thing I feel comfortable steering alone. Leaving_on_a_jet_plane is less nerve-wracking because I'm not the one piloting it.
Is this wimpy? Absolutely. But I can own it. (The jet plane, that is. I'm secretly a billionaire - shh, don't tell.)
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