I concur. Tunnels are trouble. I'm fine with them now, actually, but there was a time... I once had a panic attack in fast two-way traffic driving through the Holland Tunnel in NYC while my parents were having a full-blown argument between the passenger and back seat. Another time I was driving with friends on Las Virgenes Rd going down to Malibu, and I simply could not drive through that short tunnel. I had to stop inside the tunnel (not a good idea) and let someone else drive. Strange unconscious forces within us can have the final say at the most awkward moments.
I concur. Tunnels are trouble. I'm fine with them now, actually, but there was a time... I once had a panic attack in fast two-way traffic driving through the Holland Tunnel in NYC while my parents were having a full-blown argument between the passenger and back seat. Another time I was driving with friends on Las Virgenes Rd going down to Malibu, and I simply could not drive through that short tunnel. I had to stop inside the tunnel (not a good idea) and let someone else drive. Strange unconscious forces within us can have the final say at the most awkward moments.
I know and understand that feeling Pablo. Your last sentence is 100% correct.