I don’t like to drive. Something about accelerating a thin metal shell filled with gallons of flammable liquid at speeds we didn’t evolve to move at unnerves me. Bonus, it’s filled with shit you have to keep track of besides the road.
Despite all the laws and fines, I still see people text while they drive. Overconfident multitasking masters of the speeding flammable shell who seem to think replying “LOL” to a cat gif is more important than being alive–no thanks, I’ll take the fucking bus.
“In 2013, an estimated 28.7 million persons (10.9 percent) reported driving under the influence of alcohol at least once in the past year,” and “more than 16 percent of weekend, nighttime drivers tested positive for illegal, prescription, or over-the-counter drugs. More than 11 percent tested positive for illicit drugs.”