I drove my rental car back to NYC this morning, and realized that after taking public transportation for eight years, I’m a junior-varsity driver in a varsity-league commute. I got cut off again and again in my beat-up Hyundai, and kept getting mad for no reason, really. I wonder if there’s any other daily activities that get people as mad as commuting in a car? Anyhow, I tried to find my Zen place, with limited success. It’s so easy to tell yourself to stay calm next time, and so hard to keep your cool when someone else starts acting like a jerk.