But something happens when people drive; a sense of entitlement takes over as the driver talks on her cellphone and drives through the red light in a school zone.[9] A sense of self-importance takes hold of the driver as his BMW rushes to pass in the wrong lane, indifferent to the harm his actions may cause.
The immediate honking and cursing when a car doesn’t instantly surge forward at the changing of a light is unnecessary.[10] So, too, the bizarre[11] rage from drivers if a car slows to let a passenger cross in a crosswalk.
Are bus riders kinder people than car drivers? Or do they become just as impatient and self-centered when they themselves drive? What is at play[12] here? Is it the isolating nature of driving a car, where the illusion of sovereignty obtains?[13] Is it fear of some kind that pushes drivers to ignore laws and show contempt[14] for the safety and the well-being of others? And, if so, is this a fear of losing their place on the road – or a deeper fear of losing their place in the social order?
Our car culture has been destroying us since it began: destroying our environment, destroying our sense of community, splintering our cities, desecrating our countryside.[15] Riding the bus seems to restore something inside of us.
No matter how fast we drive, or how many places we go, or how important we pride ourselves on being, what we really need from one another is love and warmth. Without these, we become furious and lonely. Without these, we are cold and alone in a world that hears us no more than we hear the world.
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