I don't even know why he's scared.
I think he's scared of the steering wheel. That thing's huge.
Or maybe he's scared of the photographer, who has clearly jumped out in front of him on the road in the middle of the night. Or maybe it's the inexplicable light source that seems to coming from a point beneath and to his left.
Maybe he's scared of his hat, and spends his life in perpetual fear. Why doesn't he remove his hat?
We will never know.
Update: I just received a spamburst from Gustavio Fuqua with the subject line "Frosted maun". I make it a rule not to open spam, but I really really want to know what a frosted maun is. I took a moment out to google the word and found that Maun is the capital of Botswana. Could you have Maun frosted? Latitude is an issue for natural frost, and if you want to go the artificial route, who's got that much frosting? Not to mention the grief you'd get from the Lords of Maun.
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Maybe he is scared of the substance that is splattered over his windshield. It appears that someone has hurled from the vehicle in front of him.
I think he's scared because the monster steering wheel is actually right across his eyes and he can't see a bloody thing.
Some Chick: I believe that substance is frosted maun.
he doesn't look scared at all to me - merely intrigued
Funnily, that's exactly what I look like every morning. It's that liminal stage between the first burst of caffeine and your metabolism catching up with it. So, he's not scared. He's just really, really (really) wired.
Also, my Saturn's steering wheel is totally that big.
You'd be scared too, if you were only three feet tall and trying to drive a truck.
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