Let go of the wheel. Ease your foot off the pedal. 

Even though you’re in the driver’s seat, you have no control over where this vehicle is actually going. Your tires shudder to a stop, and pink and purple soap fills your vision. 

You roll forward grudgingly and a monsoon rains on your roof while great rubber rotating brushes slam against your sides. You feel very, very threatened but you sit still. You know you can’t possibly back out now. And anyways it is silly to be frightened of a car wash. 

As your car is relieved of the thunderous, fat droplets raining from the heavens, light begins to filter through the puddles on your windshield. Powerful air dryers roar hundreds of water droplets up your windows and you make an imaginary race between them. Up they go, as if the laws of physics and gravity themselves had been upturned. 

The robotic female voice tells you to leave, and you do. As you blink into the bright sky past the green arrows, you think you might emerge a better person driving into a better world.