Twists and Turns

One pleasant summer evening I was winding my car down a twisty rural road. My sister and I were heading to an AA meeting. I was driving her up the wall with what she called my “reckless” driving. I explained to her that I knew this road like the back of my hand, that my car was very aerodynamic, and I had everything under control. Along with my rationalization, of course, I kept up my frantic pace so as not to be late for the meeting.