Life should be about sipping champagne at 35,000 feet, not peeling the lid off a plastic water pot with your knees pressed
against the back of the seat in front.
You push the thin metal accelerator into the carpet, and the turbochargers awaken, inertia pins
you against the back of your seat.
Before shifting from reverse to drive, you must come to a complete stop, because if you shift into drive when the car is still rolling backward, the Sonata will lurch forward violently enough to throw
you against the back of the seat.
I like to lift up my knees and press
them against the back of the seat in front of me, wedging and shrinking myself so that I only move as the bus moves, not as an independent body.