Do you ever get in the car and just drive?
Before I was married I would sometimes drive about aimlessly, typically on old country roads, often leading to a portion of the drive on a stretch of road that had two well worn paths of granular fill, and a stretch of green grass in the middle of those paths, along a canopied tree lined lane.
When the children were young I had a habit of driving them also aimlessly about on Sundays. Doubt we ventured beyond the county line very often, unless we were bound for an outing to see extended family, or a Mother’s Day rendezvous, or school related activities.
Somewhere in the Americana jargon came to be the phrase ‘Sunday Drive’ which was, may still be an activity for individuals or families. That was, for us, a tv free time slot for our family. Really nothing at all nauseous about these rides.
The commute was ad nauseam. The one hour one way drive, driven twice a day, five days a week, fifty weeks a year, year after year, after year.
You drive.
You know exactly what I am speaking about. Some readers are embellishing this paragraph as they are reading it with their own version of suffering this endless nausea.
Needless to say there is no car commercial on earth that addresses this disease, nor provides remedy for a mindless preoccupation of being in the commuter groove, or fondly known as a depression trough.
What 'driving ad nauseam' story are you going to share with us?
Le S'mac
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