When I get stopped by the police, I keep my hands on the wheel. I'm not going to move.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm learning not to hold on so tightly to my solitude. It's not an economical way to work. A driver would call it 'white-knuckling.' If you're holding on to the wheel so tightly, it's gonna lock up your driving. Releasing myself from trying to control everything has been part of growing up.
I always get scared of traffic cops when I'm driving, like I freak out even when I'm not doing anything wrong. I still think they're going to pull me over and arrest me.
I've been on the road for fifteen years and I had no intent to stop.
Once you're on the wheel, you don't come off.
I've always believed that if you don't stay moving, they will throw dirt on you.
Driving will never be away from me - I can't just give it up. It's all I've ever done, and there's something about being in that car.
If somebody takes the parking place you were waiting for, I tend to kind of let it roll off my back. Maybe I'm harboring a lot of something and it will all explode somewhere down the road, but I tend to just let it slide off my back.
I'm a really bad driver. When I'm in L.A. my husband always has to park the car for me, because I'm likely to hit something.
I promise you a police car on every sidewalk.
I stand on the sidewalk watching it because the responsibility is mine and I must, I take a very firm hold on the handles of the baby carriage and I wheel it into the traffic.