No value judgment, but the other day I noticed, long after the experience, that I didn't even remark on someone driving down the wrong lane of traffic, feeling—and indeed quite possibly being—entirely justified in honking at the oncoming traffic (moving in its own lane and direction; the person honking was me. Have I been here too long?
Maybe not, because I had a spot of unease when pulling an illegal right turn from a wrong-way street and cutting off a cop on a scooter.
But then again, I was driving home in the dark with my visor up, enjoying the evening, and something warm, heavy, solid, and just the right size to get stuck in my helmet hit me in the face. No surprise, no shock, just an affirmation that my left hand had a good hold of the steering and I was still upright on the road while my right hand swept what I'm guessing was a bat out of my face. '
I kept waiting for the adrenaline, the surge in heart rate, but got nothing.
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