Driving the Caged Elephant Isn't As Easy As it Sounds

Bwomp, bwomp, bwomp. I can feel the base through the skin in my hands that grip tightly on the leather of the circular object in front of me. I can feel it in my ears and it causes vibrations between different panels on the door. The black rolling hill-like plastic stretches out in my immediate vision. After that, I am looking through glass at what seems like hundreds of pairs of red lights. I can feel the rubber tires gripping the pavement underneath me. I can see buildings and a tree or two blurring past in my peripherals. I hear honking through the crack between glass and metal frame and someone hollering. I look to my left Where Nicky is sitting beside me singing along with Cage the Elephant. I look through the steering wheel at the glowing gages and then over at the glowing clock. My Arm rests upon the center counsel, but I can’t really say how it feels. I am absorbing my surroundings, taking everything in on a purely sensory level when suddenly Nicky yells in panic,

“Amy! Amy! They’re breaking!” I look up in time to see the brake lights in front of me and reflexively slam my left foot onto the brake pedal. My mind is ripped back into the realization that I am supposed to be driving.