I lift my hands off the wheel, and let it go steering wildly, free-rolling me wildly. I ignore all road signs, traffic lights, radio and mobile audio trespasses, pedestrians, and other motorists.
Suddenly I realise, I cannot just do that. A car cannot drive its driver. Not wanting to drive, is not a legitimate excuse for shabby driving.
This is what I do: I stop the car, without a heed to the rest of the motor-world, get out, and walk on the pavement, or side of the dirt road when the pavement ends. And I don't look back.
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