BLEEP BLEEP

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BLEEP BLEEP

There are many ways we can ease on down the road

Drunk, distracted, defensive, daredevil

But there is a way drive with compassionate imagination

That older woman driving infuriatingly slow

She might have just lost her husband

For 54 years he drove her to the store

Now she must go it alone and she is trying to adjust

To her new reality in her new bifocal glasses and her old car

That young man in a beat up truck, barreling past you on the wrong side of the road

Throwing up gravel from the shoulder

He could have just been notified his second grade child fell

And has been taken to the hospital

That distracted driver might be reeling from test results

That could mean a devastating diagnosis

There will always be wonky drivers, unsure and uninsured

Unlicensed and uncooperative

The entitled inconsiderate selfish egomaniacs with the situational awareness of a thumbtack

But instead of becoming miffed at them, raising your blood pressure

Into the danger zone

You could engage in creatively inventing a dramatic backstory

To explain bad driving, lapses in judgement, screwball behavior

Besides, who among us has never taken a wrong turn, misjudged the distance

Or inconvenienced another driver?

Let he who is without a traffic error

Throw the first lugnut

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