Periphery Defined

OK, that does it. I will no longer drive (by myself) more than about 35 miles in any direction. I'll go to Salem, well, maybe even Granville, 55 miles but straight on Rte. 22. and Rolando still lives in West Rupert, VT, so that's OK. I'll drive the Northway to the end, Western Avenue. I'll still go to Troy of course, including Cohoes and Waterford, even Menands. And I'll drive to Clifton Park and Saratoga. I don't think I will ever need to go anywhere further, and if I do, I'm not going. Rotaries, roundabouts, and circular exit ramps give me panic attacks. As soon as I make a turn, I lose my sense of direction and think I am probably driving the wrong way. It's kind of like when I played Pin the Tail on the Donkey as a child. Blindfolded, spun around, in an attempt to deliberately confuse and disorient. Well, okay, I'm not blindfolded, but otherwise the effect is the same.