tub full of snakes

i took the road less traveled by. seriously. the entire stretch of south dakota was only occupied by me and an occasional truck driver. robert was right. it did make all the difference.

i drove 80 mph. i talked on the phone. i didn't have white knuckles and a tension headache post journey. i did have a mini-panic attack before going over a bridge, but my co-pilot scared my fear right out of me.

i haven't always had a fear of driving. no. i used to feel on top of the world bouncin' on my 24s and off roading with my high school love interest in my jeep cherokee. the fear is all thanks to a fateful collision in the bike lane downtown minneapolis. the butch haircut and lack of concern for my completely totaled saturn installed in me the knowledge that i am not in control of my life on the road. there will always be a lesbian driving in the bike lane.

i don't know why being slightly scared of driving is such a big deal. i can pick up snakes and spiders and baby rats. i don't mind speaking in front of a thousand people or riding roller coasters. truth be told, i would happily do all those things at the same time before driving over vancouver's lion's gate bridge ever again. my fear may be silly,  but you know what? to each their own. don't make fun of me katie yoder   co-pilot, and i won't make fun of your unrealistic and over dramatized fear of being dunked into a tub of snakes. (that's a lie. i will, because that's ridiculous)