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Tag: freeway

The no-frazzle freeway

The no-frazzle freeway

“Does it not amaze you,” I said to Tom as we whizzed along the beltway at 80 mph, “how calm I am on the freeway now?”  “Yes,” he said. I’d love it if some neurologist could explain this to me. For the eight years previous to my brain surgery, driving on the freeways in Georgia … read more The no-frazzle freeway

Posted on October 6, 2016May 23, 2017Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 2008, brain, danger, death, driving, freeway, risk, speed
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