Dear driving friends,
First let me clarify: I don't mean friends of mine that drive. I mean very temporary friends that I make in other cars while I am driving. People going about the same speed as me, who are equally polite to people getting around them, who know how to make other people get out of their way, and who have the sense to slow from 80 to 75 if the limit ducks some. Driving friends, I like you. The more dependable ones of you make it easy for me to keep my speed since you actually use your cruise control (I'm so afraid of breaking mine I never use it), and the less dependable ones of you are fun to pass and get passed by. I hang with you past groups of people going slowly, to the right while crazy people doing 90 pass us, a little slower when we see cops--you are what makes driving rewarding. I get to know what to expect from you. I know if you're going to be the type who waits patiently behind me as I try to get someone out of our way, and I know if you'll be unreasonable and tailgate me as if I'm the problem when we've been driving together for an hour going the same speed. I start to respect you if I see you making decisions like I would. You keep me awake since I'm kind of keeping tabs on you, and you make me a little sad when you finally exit. When I exit, I always try to do so in front of you, and I tap the brakes a couple times so you know just how much I cared about you. These transient friendships make a boring drive a more interesting one, and so I thank you for them.
Your driving friend,
Allison
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