Driving and Other Games
Oh, shit. The ramp to Interstate 287 heading southbound flew by in the corner of my peripheral vision. My throat constricted as I gripped the steering wheel, causing my knuckles to whiten. I had missed my exit while trying to decipher a spaghetti-like mess on my phone's GPS. Deciphering isn't easy at forty-five miles an hour. It's an all-around unpleasant experience, getting lost on the road....