“My flight instructor was a 70-some-thing-year-old retired monk.”
nyone who has spent time with me behind the wheel in traffic in the past may have come away with broad exposure to the sounds of bitter vitriol from a judgmental middle-aged man, hell-bent on assuaging his fragile ego, bested by the seemingly willful ignorance of people I can only generously describe as “fellow motorists.” Driving a German car, having spent plenty of time with Italian and
