Yeah, yeah, drive his stick all the way back to the other side of the Palisades in gridlock traffic. Sexy.
It is quickly apparent that 1) Bruce is going to fill out and write notes to people on these post cards while in transit and 2) he has no inherent instinct to be a nervous passenger. On the one hand, it's a little strange for a man with such a deep-rooted control complex, and such an expensive fucking car, but on the other, Bruce drives like such a maniac that it's entirely possible he just feels like they're plodding along in an Amish horse-drawn tractor. Scenic and safe.
"Take your time, kid," Bruce says in his best TV Dad voice, eyes on a post card. Neon seahorses. He flips it over, clicks the pen into action. Addresses it to Mr Barry Allen and Company.
"You're gonna have to get off at Seventh, not the exit for the house."
This is very sweet of Clark, offering to drive. What a nice break.
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It is quickly apparent that 1) Bruce is going to fill out and write notes to people on these post cards while in transit and 2) he has no inherent instinct to be a nervous passenger. On the one hand, it's a little strange for a man with such a deep-rooted control complex, and such an expensive fucking car, but on the other, Bruce drives like such a maniac that it's entirely possible he just feels like they're plodding along in an Amish horse-drawn tractor. Scenic and safe.
"Take your time, kid," Bruce says in his best TV Dad voice, eyes on a post card. Neon seahorses. He flips it over, clicks the pen into action. Addresses it to Mr Barry Allen and Company.
"You're gonna have to get off at Seventh, not the exit for the house."
This is very sweet of Clark, offering to drive. What a nice break.