The man I bought my car from kindly showed me how to operate all of the vehicle’s features. When he started talking about the cruise control I found myself checking out. While I learned how to drive on a stick so know how to coordinate my feet with a clutch and my hand with a gear shift, I didn’t want to hear about this car’s fancy cruise control. It sounded hopelessly confusing to me. Hit this button, then click this if you want to get out of cruise control, blah, blah, blah. Whatever.
But lately I’ve been thinking about cruise control. A car is still operating when it is in this function. It’s not like the vehicle is flying at half mast or anything. So why do I always insist that I have to go peddle to the meddle on high alert in every frick’n thing I do?
I was advised recently to put some of my life into cruise control. I was informed that this is not a cop out or being lazy. It’s simply a good way to preserve energy and take advantage of a system that works.
Hmmm. Okay. Maybe I’ll give it a try. I thought I had cured myself of my perfectionist tendencies but I clearly see that haven’t. Maybe it is time to let some things take care of themselves and to rely on the mechanics of this model.