Tar

I agree, “Life is a Highway”; it has some fits & starts.
Most spent on autopilot, cruise control & mending parts.

Occasionally, you’ll find yourself sat by a spent heap.
Your eager thumb will kiss the wind & at first chance you’ll leap.

Taught to shrink from strangers, you overcome your natural urge.
Just hoping past hope, the carriage slowing plays not a dirge.

You plaster on an eager smile; though, a mite too fragile.
Then, don mildest manners; keeping conversation agile.

After squealing brakes, a sigh blows against your waving hand.
The last few dodgy miles brought you back to asphalted land.