Sylvanna Devlin

I think I’ve described- or the media has – the danger of distracted driving.

Last night a sub-beat of what I call “Seattle Surf Rock” played all night long.

While a mellow sound rang through and I was talked to all night long with my occasional muttering of what I was working on.

And by all night I mean about 11:00pm yesterday

If a car was infected with the Bluetooth bug (can’t be turned off and can be infected by a diagnostic tool) then distracted driving wouldn’t seem like the problem.

Everyone would get sleepy thanks to the melodic conversation. But unable to rest thanks to the blood-pressure rising sub beat.