Drive as if your grandmother is in every other car

My dear sweet Italian gramma

My dear sweet Italian gramma

Why is it that when we step into our automobiles, many of us seem to feel invisible (I too have felt this)? We drive as if the other drivers are our enemies and that every “wrong” move they make is made just to slow us down and piss us off. Like the person in front of us who just sits there after the light turns green. “What are you DOING… GO already!” I yell to myself in the safe confines of my car (she can’t hear me). Seconds later, I realize that there was a senior citizen still crossing the road with her walker (true story). Now do I feel like an idiot or what? Continue reading