How I became a better driver
1 min readMay 2, 2019
In my early 20s, I’d tear up the road commuting to entry-level jobs. Soulless suburban traffic was an insult. The gas pedal let me feel power and control. After moving downtown Chicago, I started to walk more. Drivers would careen into crosswalks before resentfully stopping. How dare they threaten my safety!
Back behind the wheel, I eased off the gas. Having felt fear and anger walking among aggressive drivers, I wanted to drive so people around me could feel comfortable and safe. After all, I was wrapped in two thousand pounds of steel. The most they had were their soft winter coats.
