I have many days like those. Past and present.
One, when I still lived in the country, I had gone to town to get gas. No biggie. But for some reason gettin' on the On Ramp to get on the highway to get home was for me, a big deal that is. .
I come out of the station, look left to make sure no one is coming. Oh, let me mention, my oldest son is with me. SO HEAVEN FORBID WILL I EVER LIVE THIS DOWN.
Of course, my oldest, is swearin' he has whiplash from the jerkin' of the car. WHATever.
We get home and he tells everyone, then and now, how I went through the grass median, jumped the curbs to finally get on the highway, all the while slingin' him around like a Raggedy Andy doll. Of course, as he is retellin' this story he is flippin' and floppin' all over like we were off roadin'. Please. I had a Mazda 626. It does NOT off road. It DOES fly. But it DIES when it FLIES.
This all comes to mind because one day this week. I actually missed my exit to come to work. I was following the car in front of me. (NO! I was not tailgating. Promise. I did that when I was younger. Like last year. No really, it's been at least, what, 6 weeks ago, when I did that?)
I missed it so bad, that if I had tried to take it anyway, I would have gone off the overpass, flying like a speed racer, jumpin' all them tractors at a fair. I know from experience that goin' off a road at full speed does not end well.
Kackle any today? Do it! Justa little! It'sa big stress reliever!!