I Just Need To Hang On

When driving on steep, winding roads through the mountains, I will always be hanging on for dear life. My palms will be sweaty, my knuckles will be white, and I will be taking slow, deep breaths. I advise you to just ignore me, no matter how ridiculous and dramatic I seem to be. I do not like looking down and seeing no guard rails on the side on the road, just a steep slope to my death. You don’t need to tell me that I can stop hanging on even when we are at a place in the road that is flat on both sides. We are still at over 10,000 feet, so yes, I still need to hang on. It’s comforting. No matter how good of a driver you are or how safe you tell me it is, it will not change my mind. It’s not like my life will be saved by hanging on if the car does go rolling down the mountainside, because obviously I will be dead anyways. But, still. I would like to think in the event of that situation that there maybe some chance of survival due to my hanging on as tight as possible. I can dream can't I?