Regarding the extension of self detected by researchers when driving a car, a reader writes:
I turn the key, the truck starts, and I drive it. It’s as simple as I am. I don’t dwell on my extended self and I have no angst about losing control of who I am. Although I will confess to having driven halfway across the state and realizing I have zero memory of the last many hours behind the wheel.
Yeah, I know the feeling. Especially the time a cop went wailing by me as I drove along. I wonder if the cop had his siren going just to wake me up. They didn’t pull me over.
But I think the extended self is unconscious, the ability to know where the nose of the car extends to in relation to where you sit – learned through experience until it becomes akin to ‘muscle memory.’
