On Driving

Perhaps it is because I just finished reading David Crosby's autobiography Long Time Gone, but yesterday when I was driving home from the store I realized something about myself that is strange: I drive like I'm holding, and when I say holding I mean carrying or otherwise transporting illegal substances. Not that I do that anymore, but I suppose it's a habit that dies hard. Taking less populated streets, turning off when there are rollers (i.e., police cars) within a mile sight ahead and particularly behind. Being very careful to observe speed limits, stop signs, and so on. Maybe I'm just an old hippie at heart ... LOL. But it doesn't matter what vehicle I'm driving, how far the distance, how well I know the neighborhood, what my frame of mind is ... I drive like I'm worried about getting busted. Quite odd, I suppose.