Red alert, IJAG ...

I text while I drive. And yes, I've got the keypad memorized -- even the part to add common punctuations and the other part that lets you toggle capitalization.

And I read SJ while I drive, too. Hey, paraphrasing Casey Stengel, the road isn't going to disappear; there's no need to look down to check if it's still there. It's all the other stuff you have to be aware of.

However, I've never received a sex haiku. Hint, hint.

 

Well, send me your number and I'll see if he'll write you one too.

 

I never text when I drive, primarily because I'm a retard doing it under full concentration.

But the hardest thing I ever did while at the wheel was homework. Like, driving on an interstate on the way to school, in this horrible stop and go-really-fast-for-one-mile traffic, reading a religion book and writing short essays. Almost crashed about 10 times.

 

Ahem ... Xan ... haiku me.

As for at the wheel, I've done interviews. Phone in one hand, notepad on the dash, scribbling to the best of my balancing ability ... how I got caught in my car on major junior draft day is beyond me. But it happened!