Cars. Roads. Driving. Puzzy. Mix them all together and what do you get? Zombie Driver!

For the love of God, for the most part I hate driving for longer than 15 minutes. It drives me insane. Not only does my tail bone get uncomfortable and I get fidgety, I feel like I’m being lulled into a trance like a snake to a snake charmer. Especially at night when things get all sorts of goofy for me. I’ll be driving along and all of a sudden the lines in the road seem to pass by in rhythm; the tail lights of the cars in front of me start to float in the air and the scenery merely becomes a blur.

I can feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. During rush hour it gets to be a problem because there are so many tail lights which almost lull me into a zombie like state. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, too. You’re fine when you first start your journey. You recognize where you’re leaving from; all the major landmarks, what’s on the radio, possibly even the details of the car in front of you. Then you feel the temperature of the car and how warm it is. The rhythmic bouncing of the car seems to rock you to sleep. The road noise beneath the tire begins to drown out the noise of most everything else around you. POOF!  Somehow your mind turns to pudding and suddenly, you’re at your destination.

WTF?!

It drives me (no pun intended) absolutely looney. I don’t know if it is a function of me being so tired most of the time but this is starting to scare me. One of these days I’m going to start my journey and then  when I get to the end of it I’ll pry an old lady and her Rascal, several small woodland creatures, a garden gnome and Amelia Earhart from my front grill.