Please Don’t Dabble and Drive

Très utile récit . On ne prend jamais assez de précaution dans la vie. Prendre le temps de regarder les choses , les admirer sans se bousculer . Le stress quotidien ne pousse pas à la rêverie . Les couleurs se mélangent et la lumière parait blafarde La modération se doit être permanente, prendre les aires de repos pour mieux s’émerveiller de ce qui nous entoure .

I am guilty! Not of talking or texting on mobile devices while driving. I can’t carry on a conversation while driving, even with someone in the vehicle. I was such a young mother I don’t remember how I managed, especially considering my little Houdini boy who escaped from his infant car seat restraints starting at 9 months of age. I’m so grateful for modern infant safety seats, as none of my grandchildren were able to free themselves while I was driving. But there was an incident where one of them screamed as if in great pain, and I almost made a dangerous driving decision … but caught myself before driving into oncoming traffic. I was in a left turn lane, with no place to pull over to check on him, and in my mind, getting to a place to pull over was more important than traffic conditions. But as noted, I caught myself. And it turned out he had only dropped a toy. I also learned to drive in winter on a standard transmission. Driving in winter requires extra care because so many learned to drive in summer, and they never remember how a car handles on snow and ice. I prefer a standard transmission, yet my current car is an automatic. I’ve had it for quite a few years, but it was a difficult adjustment. I kept reaching for the gear stick and had to prevent myself from moving it while driving. It’s only been a couple years that I haven’t had to consciously think, “Do not put your hand on the gear stick while driving.” I still don’t know how to drive with both hands on the wheel except for certain maneuvers. I keep my right hand free… and my eyes constantly scanning the road. So, yes, I snap pictures while driving on slow roads, usually along the river, only if there is no other traffic (with one exception, explained with the post). But I never look at what I’m shooting, and I don’t review the shots until I have arrived at my destination. I also have another technique that I always use for pictures on the fly in the fast lane: My little Houdini child grew up to be a 6’2″ man with long arms … and crop creates illusions 😉 So don’t worry about me being a statistic, my friend … unless one of my grandchildren screams like a monster is attacking him. Then, be very worried.