Once more I am appalled at the risks drivers take on I-95, weaving, speeding, tailgating and recklessly changing lanes. How is it possible to not have fear for your life on that highway?  I always tell my husband that he should design a car for me so that I can drive in the fetal position.

Given the fact that every cloud has its silver lining, crazy drivers inspire me. I love to imagine where they are going in such a hurry, and what it is that they could possibly do for a living, having such low IQs. (I have to the conclusion that people who drive like maniacs, cut people off and have no fear of crashing cannot be intelligent.) What a wonderful idea it would be to write a story with the main character as a reckless I-95 driver.

I must try that and get back to you.

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