#670

When was the last time driving home from work helped you relax after a long, rough day on the job.

Let me paraphrase, just to make it clear.

Being alone while operating a two thousand pound motorized projectile rocketing at speeds upward of eighty miles an hour, all with a simple flick of your big toe, while surrounded by individually sized rail cars that dart erratically like corralled cockroaches.

Keep in mind, a majority of your travel-mates are so dislocated from society they believe chatting on Facebook is meaningful conversation, and are self-impaired well beyond the handicap of being inebriated for the sake of reading a text message about the new season of "So You Think You Can Be A Somebody".

Now, mix in being late and add children to the confines of your capsule along with the anxiety of a coffee cup or Red Bull.

Everyday begins and ends like this no matter the weather, five days a week, fifty weeks a year... twice a day. Day after day this is repeated, five hundred times a year. On average, for thirty miles each way averaging thirty-five miles per hour in start/stop, bumper to bumper congestion.

So to repeat the question, when was the last time the drive helped you wind down?