paradox ...pair of docks...
i hate driving. i love driving. put endless miles on the road in a car for decades, then became a truck driver. on the road, if you pay attention, you could unravel the secrets of the universe by observing your fellow herdmates' behavior..........you're piloting a missile that weighs between 2-16 tons, yes if you follow the law and rule you'll prolly be okay and not eat airbag or worse but as most you know you cant account for the other herdmate, or the 120lb sheet of ice careening toward you at 70mph from the oxygen thief infrontya that didnt do due diligence and scrape that box off.......brake lights on the freeway up ahead always indicates you immediately check your sides and sixOclock, nobody sees them until screeeeeeeech.........sometime s its 3a depart to hunters point/bronx from upper NE, driving due south with nary a soul on the road, the sun glows. ~yes~.................but then again, if oil ran out tomorrow and my whip became a storage unit id say thankee, dust my hands off, and get my bicycle tuned up.