December 27, 2001
I was driving from my father's house to my mother's house a couple days ago. The stretch of I-77 that I drive on usually has traffic for no good reason, and it's always traveling slowly.
So I wan't surprised when I saw a largish knot of traffic in front of me. Here we go again, I thought. Then I realized that I wasn't catching up as quickly as I thought I would. It was actually moving pretty well -- the right lane was doing 75, and the left lane was doing 85! My speed!
It was a beautiful moment for this habitual speeder.
