Sometimes I get the urge to drive, but for some reason they won’t let me. I don’t understand it. I’m smart. I can reach the pedals – one at a time. I can hold the big wheel thing as well as anyone, although admittedly it’s difficult to spin it around like they do. I can stare out the front window and see everything that’s coming, and I can even flip the switch thingy to make the little lights flash. As near as I can tell, that’s all there is to it, so I’m somewhat miffed that they won’t let me try it.
Anyway, in the absence of permission to drive, I sit nearby, soaking it all up.