The Fog of Road

The other night, I faced with a dilemma when I was leaving my father’s home.

It was dark and extremely foggy. My father lives out in the country and even on clear nights, the drive from his house to my apartment is long and arduous.

They way I looked at it I had three options:

1) Take the safest route way home, which is also the longest, and drive slowly.
2) Take the short cut (narrow, serpentine, back roads) and drive as fast as I would normally drive in daylight (it’s just fog, it’s no big deal).
3) Stay at my father’s house until the fog passes.

The first option is old people. The second option is for young people. Guess which one I choose?

I was so embarrassed.

It’s just driving and it’s just fog, but I couldn’t endure it; I didn’t have the mettle. It’s one of the text book definitions of old: the inability to drive at maximum speed regardless of driving conditions.

Roads are meant for people to get from point A to point B as fast as humanly possible—if you can’t drive a car and meet those standards than you’re old. It’s time to pull over and young people, who know how to drive, have the roads.

Thankfully, I’m not to the point where I needed to pick option three. When that happens, put me in an assisted living facility.