I am currently riding in the passenger seat on a ten hour trip with my wife and three kids. Life is interesting when you think about the differences from when we were younger. I don’t mean the fact we just let the kids watch screens for ten hours straight instead of annoying us. Good or bad, it makes travel so much more bearable. 

I am talking about dealing with my wife’s driving. She is not a bad driver, a little fast for my taste, but, overall safe. The change is in my heart rate from when I was a younger man. Over the last few years, if anyone other than me is driving a car I am in, I can’t relax. I am constantly checking the speed, watching out for other cars and noticing break lights. I am,  in general, a nervous wreck. 

My only reasoning for this is that I am getting old. Becoming aware of my mortality. I drove a lot for work in my day, easily over a million miles, but now, I am constantly aware how much one wrong move could mean. Maybe it is just a metaphor for me driving towards old age and what comes next. 

At any rate, DOES MY WIFE NOT SEE THAT TRUCK TRYING TO MERGE?