Well said, Coyote. While we grip the dash at 150 mph, we try to convince them to slow down, to take a look around, enjoy the scenery, the companionship, all the good stuff. For me, realizing-accepting that it would never slow down for long was my first step out. It wasn’t going to end well…ever, so I stopped begging. When he got bored, had to stop for gas, I quietly walked away.