Yeah , I used to suffer the impatience of youth myself. As a 25 yr. old , behind the wheel of my 400+ hp , '67 Corvette. Driving on the crowded So. Cal. freeways it reminded me of bumper pool. With instantaneous acceleration at the mere touch of my right foot , I could attain a nearly 20 mph advantage over the speed limited "other" drivers. Taut , sinewy , excellent eyesight and quick reflexes , yeah I thought I was pretty damn good.
Till one day. I was behind a long line of cars being restraind by just one lane and a very slow clunker , blowing smoke out the pipe. As I finally passed this lame heap of scrap metal , I turned my head to scowel a dirty look. It was a young mother. With 3 very young children , and , one was throwing a tantrum. At that moment , I realized SHE didn't have the luxury of racecar performance. And, that the highway was meant for everyone. Not only the young and quick , but , the old and feeble , as well. In that moment I realized that young mother was actually doing a better driving job than myself. And, that all the speed that was available to me in my supercar , was only a convenient excuse to "run" away from un-comfortable road situations. That moment changed my driving habits , forever. And, within a year of that moment I was a licensed private pilot , and , whenever I left my home in L.A. , I did it at 160 mph.

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