"Look at the moon", I thought.  

"How pretty it is this evening."

We were in another argument.  Unlike the car that was speeding down the highway, this heated conversation was going absolutely nowhere.

I kept trying to bite my tongue.  There's nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to when you are in a car.  Those nasty thoughts and retorts that were sizzling in my head certainly didn't need to be spoken.  But the more taunts he threw out, the harder it was to resist.