last night i was so tired as i was driving home that i began to wonder if i was actually awake or just dreaming that i was driving home. gravity felt a lot more powerful than usual and i felt like i was being pressed down, sinking into my seat, as though it were a big black bottomless marshmellow...and i have to tell you: that is one of my favorite feelings. but not while i'm driving.
it happens though. along with the invention of cruise control came a generation that doesn't technically have to stay awake to operate a vehicle. this one time i was driving home from millar, and i just plum fell asleep. i woke up a bit later, hands folded peacefully on my lap, cruise control set at the nice mediocre speed of 110, plowing through some field parallel to the road. i woke up and realized i'd crossed over a lane of oncoming traffic to get where i was, and furthermore that i was still moving at a tremendous rate for one who was bouncing in and out of ditches, dangerously close to hitting cows and fences and hay bales. and i lay like that for a moment before reality hit and i realized that i should maybe take hold of the wheel and reestablish my place on the road before i ran over a sheep or was spotted by a policeman.
i have a feeling that wouldn't have gone over so well in the city.
MIGHT I ADD that i would think it takes one a tremendous amount of skill and class to sleep and drive and not die.