For me, stress is a long tunnel with nowhere to stop and nowhere to get out of the car. It goes on and on, sometimes with interesting scenery, more often not. The mind wanders with nothing to engage it. The only way to stop the car is to crash it. The only hope is sometime the tunnel ends. I once drove thirty-five miles of single lane interstate. The light reflecting off the construction cones made me feel like it was the Death Star run. It didn’t help I was in and out of sleep. That run ended up having an end, but I did have a passenger so crashing wasn’t an option.