This blindingly obvious observation came from yesterday's driving and driving and driving. All by myself. My tired self. My tired, stocked-with-caffeine self, and I managed to get to my destinations. Still.
Trivia! In the mid-90s when they were very early in their Hollywood careers, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon lived East and didn't like flying to California, so they'd drive. Or Affleck could drive, since Damon couldn't really drive yet. To keep Affleck awake, they'd improvise dialogue back and forth. Those rap sessions were the seeds of Good Will Hunting. In which Matt Damon drives, briefly, and you can tell that he still couldn't really drive yet.
Thank you for being a car companion, Max/Amy/Maximy Walsh, during my Seattle visit. *hugs you again* Said driving included back-and-forth on the Seattle-Bainbridge Island ferry on Monday, with Paula taking us out to the house where they landscaped and I stayed out of the way, either reading some books or appreciating the scenery. (Again, we missed by a day -- A DAY -- the guy with the sword.) Plus you can parallel-park with abandon. I guess that's precise abandon. You fit it THERE? went through my mind once when we were downtown.
Driving: one of many many things that can be more fun with others. Aren't you glad you know that?