Introduction:

10 hours a week of driving to and from work (1993-2015) is probably a low average for most urban commuters. While the time I spent behind the wheel over 25 years in greater Vancouver was certainly no more onerous that that suffered by fellow wage-slaves, I still wonder how many others sometimes found themselves counting and cursing every single traffic light along their routes. 

Of course there was always radio––and as technology evolved–– CDs and eventually, podcasts, for filling the dead time. Then there were traffic jams, foul weather and close calls to jerk one back to the deadly serious operation at hand…  

Still, over the years, I began to prefer leaving the radio or CD player switched off. I came to look forward to the near silence.  Amid the ambient purr of the engine or metronome beat of the wipers, the solitude provided a daily opportunity to reminisce and reflect.

The following pieces constitute my first set of thematic-based scraps. Drawn from digital journals, they offer accounts of particularly memorable moments of distraction behind the wheel…

–FWT (lefthook51)

January 2020

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