Explore Control

It was already dark on that late summer day when I drove home from work. I was listening to some nice music while heading down the same old country road that I had driven my car down more than a thousand times in the past. I practically knew every curve, every little hill and more or less every tree, building or what so ever standing on the roadside. And I also knew the places where the police eventually was waiting to pull out possible intoxicated drivers who had chosen that back road to avoid the police on their way back home. Being drunk or high, that clearly wasn’t the reason why I took the before mentioned back road: It was just a more scenic, a more curvy, a more enjoyable drive then the newer faster and mostly straight road that had replaced the old one I was currently driving on in about back then when thirty five year old me was born. So I had no reason to panic or what so ever when I drove by a parking police car, because I was sober, I wasn’t speeding and as far as I knew, I