My commute to work is nasty, brutish and (thankfully) short.
I hop onto the freeway, a few minutes later I hit my exit and it's just a few blocks to work.
But those few minutes of freeway can be exciting. Because of some inclines, loaded big rigs are topping out at about 50 MPH. If it's not too windy, my little old Civic does 65 to 70 MPH. But increasingly we are menaced by weavers doing I kid you not 90+ MPH.
Reckless and foolhardy. These people are getting way too close to other cars. Do they think this is a video game?
Remember how the fashionistas used to say, "Black (or Teal, or Whatever) is the new Red"?
Well, nowadays, 70 is the new 55.
I can hardly wait till "Drive Defensively" means a roof mounted brick launcher or .50 BMG.