I Can’t Drive Fast
It’s One Of The Many Things I’m Not Good At
I know I’m supposed to be good at driving fast. I mean, I’m a man, right?
But the thing is…
I don’t like to drive fast. I don’t enjoy driving fast in the city. I don’t enjoy driving fast on rural highways. And — to be completely honest — I don’t even like driving fast on the interstate (for example, on I-5, where everyone is supposed to drive as if they’re in Grand Theft Auto).
When my friend Ben drives with me, I can feel my slow speed killing him in the passenger seat. I can sense his sideways glances, his not-so-subtle checks of my speedometer. He’ll say things like, “we’re really not in a race, huh?”
Or when I’m driving with my daughter Rain, rolling through town, she often says things like, “Uh, dad, you’re going 28 in a 35.”
That’s right. I’m that guy.
So I try to drive a little faster, but just to make people happy. I try driving ALL THE WAY UP TO THE SPEED LIMIT sometimes. And on freeways, I sometimes even go over the speed limit. But I don’t enjoy the experience at all.
Honestly, I’d prefer to drive 25 or 30 almost everywhere. I mean — when you think about it — that’s still pretty fast, right? It’s faster than I can sprint. Faster than most humans can…
