So I've been thinking about how sad it is when you've been driving a highway for hours with the same car behind you or behind the same car in front of you, and then when one of you has to turn and you never see them again. Like maybe you're driving slower because you're towing a boat, or you're the only one not speeding, or you're instructing a learner that can't go faster than 100, or your little shitbox can't drive faster than 90, and every other car passes you except one car that chooses to stick behind you for hours. And you get familiar with the sight of them in your mirror, you match your cruise controls to each other and you get that real sense of camaraderie, a real ride or die bond. But then one of you has to turn of stop and you never see them again.
Like any new tentative friendship when they first pull up behind you, you panic a little and you think to them "calm down buddy, the passing lane is up ahead, don't worry", but then you get to the passing lane and they stick behind you. And then the next passing lane they stick behind you again. And then hours go by and they are still right there behind you even though a hundred other cars chose to pass you. Maybe they just want to save fuel by driving a bit slower, but I like to think it's probably a form of kinship or maybe they get a sense of security.
But then your sat nav is telling you that you need to turn off the highway up ahead and you feel a pang of pain in your heart, knowing that they probably won't be making the same turn. And sure enough you make your turn and they drive on by and you never see your highway buddy again 🥲
And just when I thought you couldn't do worse than last time