I love driving. Guess it makes me the oddball out. But I can crank up my music until it flows over me, and through me, and I can feel it in my bones. Total sensory overload washes everything else but the movement of the car and I through space, and the music around me. Regulate panic attacks by catching my heartbeat and then gradually playing slower tempos. Open up the engine and have to pay really strict attention to detail. Get all lazy and cock a leg up on the dash (clearly, not a stick) and just coast. City driving is okay, too. I just assume everyone is trying to kill me, so the stupid shit is half assed at best. It's enervating to constantly be watching axels and routes and trajectories and the body language of drivers to get an idea of what they're going to do next. I like the flow, the patterns, and weaving through it. I played bumper cars a lot down south, so I never really feel trapped up here. I'm choosing to sit in a traffic jam. Easy enough to make a hole.
But I also just think more clearly with the highway sliding beneath my ass.