He drove a bathroom sized room down the road!
I never wanted to drive as a teen and never wanted a bicycle as a child. In fact I wrote a funny book about my rough summer, at six, when I had to choose between disappointing my parents (by being a non- bike riding, weird kid) and probably dying a painful death by bicycle. It was bigger than me and I could only reach one petal at a time! The book’s called If Mrs Greeby Asks.
I faced my fear, and now I even enjoy public speaking, instead of wanting to move to another planet, so even though I don’t enjoy driving, I would like to drive that room sized box down the road just once. I saw the man inside, closer to the middle of the room than to the far left, and sitting almost sideways; my hero the garbageman!