Look Out! It's Ms. Daisy Driving Herself!

Man, I love driving. It feels good to sometimes just let your mind wander a bit as your eyes look ahead and try to figure out what each custom plate in front of you says. To feel the power of the engine as you occasionally press down on the accelerator. I guess we all do, those who DRIVE of course!

Face it - once you start driving you become hooked for life on the freedom you earn. Still, there are some of us prefer also to be driven which gives one more time to gaze, figure out license tags, count the passing poles or mile markers or adjust the radio. This is still very enjoyable by all means. Some of us however defy the call to retire the car keys to a younger loved one and still heed the call of the wild, black carpet we call the highway.

One often finds such a person coming from the Nascar Granny Club as one person called it - the Ms. Daisy-Drives-Herself-Often-To-The-Detriment-And-Annoyance-Of-Other-Motorists posse!

Look Out! It's Ms. Daisy Driving Herself!

Speed Racer Moron

So I'm cruising down the highway at the posted speed limit which is about 65 mph. I'm enjoying the nice afternoon, got the windows down, the breeze feels good and helps to balance the warm sun shining generously on my skin. It's just about 4.15 pm and the rush-hour traffic has already started. I'm in the slower lane on the right side of the highway with my fellow motorists who enjoy taking their time to get home like I do, perhaps after their busy days.

All of a sudden, I look in my rear-view mirror and who should I see? None other than Speed Racer Moron who is either hurrying to Nascar or definitely took a wrong left turn and ended up on the interstate.

Speed Racer Moron