Talk me through
what’s going on in
your head
while your driving.

I drove home for the first time yesterday.
My Dad told me not to drive with sandals on,
something about the bottom of the sandal getting caught under the pedals.
So I took off my slides and threw them in the backseat.
I got bonus points for removing loose objects from the floorboard.

Key in the ignition 
did it start up fully?
oh, it did.
Back out slowly
turning my wheels this way.

You did it!
You made it out of the cul-de-sac!
Now for the love of God don’t hit any children.
Gentle loops around the block.  Past the fire station
to the Wendy’s and back again.
I always slow down approaching this Wendy’s
because a woman that looked like my math teacher cut me off there once.

This red light has a sensor, but I’m turning right so I don’t actually have to hit it.
Oooookayy I turned and there’s a lot more cars now.
Foot on the gas.
The pedals are dusty, I’m going to have to wash my feet when I get home.

Break break break break!  I didn’t hit anything!
It has just occured to me I don’t know what my Dad means when he says 
“check your blindspot”
shit.

Oh no, we’re merging lanes.
I don’t know where my blindspot is
AHHHHHHH.
Oh it’s fine.
I can just merge later.
Turn signal
drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
Go
Turn onto this one way street.

Pull over.
Ohhh that’s where my blindspot is.
Look at that cat!
Okay back to driving.
I hope I didn’t cut anyone off.
Okay, I’m at a red light.
Aw those girls are shopping, that looks fun!
Why is this red light so long.  

Switching pedals without shoes is weird
I’m trying to move quickly so I end up trying to break with one toe.
That’s probably why driving barefoot is illegal.

Okay, almost home.
Just have to turn here…
and don’t drive in the bike lane
and don’t hit the railing.
Okay, one more circle around the block
and home!

Put it in park
car off.
Get the shoes and my purse out of the backseat.
I didn’t hit anything.
I’d call that a success.