ABSTRACT
The music of Black Sabbath was blaring in the rental car as I drove across the country. The song “War Pigs” drowned out every noise around me while I was lost in my own little world. The thought that I was paying so much attention to the music that I barely focused on the road is a scary one, to say the least; however, it gets worse. I drove for at least half a mile with a police car on my tail, its lights flashing and its siren wailing, and I was oblivious to its presence the whole time.
