If Jeanna were a race car driver, she'd look something like this:
If I had a race car, it would look something like this:
Her car would be more like this:
But the truth is, neither Jeanna nor I are very aggressive drivers, though we do a lot of it! Her commute is about 100 miles each day, and mine is about 65 miles. She travels up the East Bay, while I head up the Peninsula. Then at the end of the day we meet back at home in the South Bay.
Most days, the commute is just a drag-- traffic, slowness, nothing on the radio, wanting to get home.... but yesterday it turned into a drag race!
You see, we often talk on the phone while driving home from our respective jobs, and yesterday we discovered that we were going to get home at pretty much the same time.
All of a sudden our conversation changed from the usual questions like, "How was your day?" or "What should we do for dinner?" to more pointed questions like, "So where are you now?", "How fast are you going?", "Now, where are you?" As we were getting closer and closer to home, the tension was building, until we both exited the freeway from different directions, and came speeding towards home, and then.....