At other times, we’re asleep at the wheel. Or, at the least, having too much fun at the wheel. A classic example is running downwind in a building sea. It’s invigorating. We charge along, cresting the swells, dropping into the trough and climbing up the back of the next wave by applying just enough power to attain the summit without flying off the top. Man, managing his machine! Harnessing nature, proving his destiny, justifying his existence. All that jazz!