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I tried to go see John Hiatt in Kent, Ohio with my dear friend Kate last night, but we never made it. I already knew when the rain came in the afternoon that I was going to be anxious driving (more like riding, as Kate drove) two hours+ on my least favorite road, 71 N. It's like it curses me. My PTSD with motion and driving and highways is super annoying and sometimes debilitating. I must drive to Athens this weekend, and I have already started to fret about it.