Sometimes, I think, it’s nice to close my eyes while in the passenger seat. Any car, at any speed, with one condition. I must imagine myself in a roller coaster. Yes, a roller coaster. It’s quite fun. Going up a hill, normally humdrum in terms of its view, turns into that spectacular anticipation before a drop. Each turn is exaggerated, the fictional rails bending at the will of my imagination. For some reason, the speed only increases, faster and faster until my stomach turns. My eyes snap open. You may think I’m weird, and I am sometimes, I think.