By Kevin S. Giles
Navigating the insane traffic on a recent cross-country road trip reminded me how I once aspired to the simple pleasure of driving my parents’ car down Main Street.
The license I coveted would allow me freedom behind the wheel. The freedom I envisioned involved “cruising the drag” with friends in our small western Montana town.
A teenager doesn’t think ahead to crowded interstate highways where speeding multi-ton vehicles pass within inches of each other. That’s the stuff of adult life.