Ever so rarely I'm overcome with crippling shyness.
Never when it matters.
Never when others are depending on me.
But once in a while, I'll freeze up completely.
In its own way, this is a good thing.
It reminds me of who I was,
and of who I am now.
It reminds me of how others may be.
And tonight it's altered my plans for the evening.
It's given me thirty miles of Anglian back-roads to savour as I wind my way home.
Roof down.
Stereo on.
Back road.
Slow curve.
One hand on the wheel.
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