Had to drive to San Francisco this week—89 miles from house to destination via Interstate 80 West. Left at 9:01 a.m. and arrived at 11:20 a.m., exhausted by passing four separate accident scenes, alternating driving speeds from 70 mph and a dead stop.
I try to use trips like this to think with the radio off. There is no agenda—just whatever comes to mind. Mental roulette. On this drive the longest I could go without an interruption ( braking) was about five minutes. Perhaps, it was appropriate that when I reached the toll booth area for the San Francisco Bay Bridge. I came to a complete stop next to a woman in a small brown car with the window down and the unmistakable scent of marijuana coming my way. End of story.
