I really do not do well with heavy traffic. Especially California drivers. I think it is the passenger part of travel that gets to me. If I am the driver, it is not so bad. As a passenger I really suck. My hands flutter, I clutch the door handle, my foot pumps an imaginary brake—I make Mike crazy!
I am getting better stopping my seizure-like antics, but this is a work in progress. Tomorrow, we relocate south to Paso Robles, California. I will control myself.